In an effort to harness their powers of evil, we headed to the beach to let the girls pitch as many rocks as their little hearts desired into the ocean. Lessons were learned. Hitting the back of your sister's head with a rock? BAD. Hitting a floating seagull? GOOD.
The first order of business is to select the perfect rock. This kid prefers hefty-sized.
Next, you throw that sucker with all your might.
This child prefers small pebbles.
Also? She throws like a girl.
Pretty soon the entire family is down at the water's edge. It's rock fever.
Except for Daisy . . . she's too busy smelling dead things on the shore.
Dinner last night: cheeseburgers on the barbie
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