04 August 2009


Some nice folks we don't actually know have a beach rental down near Galveston where we stayed last year (see here and here, plus here and here on the Mancub's blog). They had an unexpected cancellation and dropped us a note to see if we'd be interested in sneaking down for a couple days.

Initially I thought we weren't since we were hosting the (Annual?) End of Summer Princess Tea Party on Saturday. Then we figured, WTH...let's go.

Ong & BàBà headed down early on Saturday with the Mancub, and we drove down after the party with the Princess. It turns out that an impromptu beach run was just what we all needed.

On Sunday night, BàBà agreed to put the Mancub to sleep -- a wretched chore for her as for me, which is to say that we usually tussle over who gets to do it. That freed up the Princess, the Mama-san & me to don headlamps and head down on the beach to chase crabs.

For those of you in less maritime climes, chasing crabs might be roughly analogous to spotlighting jackrabbits. They're tricky to spot, at least at first, and not easy to catch -- especially if you're armed with only a small sand bucket instead of a net.

However, as the Princess explained to the Mama-san in this little exchange, it works best if you call them:
T3: "Where's the crab? Where did it go?!?"
Mama: "I don't know. Here, crab crab crab! Here, little crabby, crabby, crabby!"
T3: "Mama, it's not a dog. It's a crab. That's not how you call a crab!"
Mama: [dog whistle]
T3: "Mama! That's not how you call a crab! This is how you call a crab: [bends down, mouth wide open, screams at the top of her lungs] CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBB!!"

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