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"I think today's a good beach day!" Edward proclaims, the next weekend, and I look<br />
over at him.<br />
Blank stare.<br />
Eyebrows raised.<br />
Deadpan voice.<br />
"We live in Florida, it's always a beach day."<br />
"Not true. What about when it rains?"<br />
"It rains for like five minutes."<br />
"Not during hurricane season," he argues. Here we go.<br />
"Even then, we still see moron's at the beach when we drive by."<br />
"An idiot's beach day isn't the same as a normal person's beach day. And today is a<br />
good day to go to the beach."<br />
"Alright, have fun then."<br />
He purses his lips. "That was <strong>my</strong> way of saying we should go to the beach. Me, you,<br />
and EJ." I scrunch up <strong>my</strong> nose, not too sure about this plan. It might not make sense<br />
to some, but it's almost too hot to go to the beach. I've been known to get burned<br />
<strong>just</strong> hanging out on our balcony.<br />
With the indecision clear on <strong>my</strong> face, Edward steps it up a notch. "Come on." It<br />
comes out like a big ass <strong>baby</strong>'s whine. "Look at him—" he points to our boy "—he<br />
looks so bored."<br />
I look over and can't help but to bust out laughing. Somehow, he's positioned himself<br />
on his little toddler sofa chair, kind of upside down, legs spread awkwardly and with<br />
a complete blank expression on his face.<br />
My laugh makes him look up.<br />
"Ma!"<br />
"Hey, <strong>baby</strong> boy." I reach <strong>my</strong> arms out for him to walk over to me.
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