On our 2012 summer journey, one of our main stops was in Short sands beach in Maine. This place is great! Just off the beautiful beach, there are streets lined with gift shops and places to get yummy treats. Our nightly tradition was to get our choice of a dessert and eat it while walking up and down the beach.
One night, our chosen treat was ice cream. We had finally gotten to the beach, Mia's face already coated in sticky pink liquid from her strawberry cone and Caleb trying to lick his chocolate ice cream off of his elbow, and we decided to go check out the large hole we dug that day at the beach. Our parents refused to "walk all the way over there" as it was on the other side of the beach. So we started off without them.
At some point, Mia had gotten misplaced in the tangle of children playing tag in the dark. We retreated back to the bench that was occupied by two very worried looking parents. We told the short story of our predicament and we ran towards the last place we saw her.
As we frantically searched the beach we heard a a woman asking us if this was our child. And surprise surprise, she had Mia's sticky hand in hers. We hugged the worried child and thanked the annoyed woman. Once the lady went back to her business, all the anger was pointed at Mia.
As we walked back through the semi-deserted streets, Mia explained how she found us. "I told her what you guys looked like. I said that mommy has blonde hair, two blue eyes and smiling teeth. I told her that daddy has a bald head, a beard, and a frowning mouth." We all tried choking down our laughter, but failed. Well at least she knows what to do in case of an emergency.