Betsy: Where are we going?
Me: We are going to a place to find out how to earn a patch (Cape Canaveral National Seashore).
Betsy: What will we have to do?
Me: Well, probably you will go to a class, do some worksheets and pick up trash.
Besty: Pick up trash? We need to pick up trash. Yesterday in the ocean a wave ran me over and landed a plastic bag on my head. Not a big bag, but kind of bag that you have to use you fingernails to close it for sandwiches.
Joseph discovered this morning that little crabs are all over the beach. When he stood still he could see them going in and out of their holes in the sand. Later I watched him dig with his little shovel about 50 of these holes. With each one he would say, "Nope, nobody's home here."
Besty walking along with her hands full of shells:
"If a cwab jumps out of this shell I think I'm going to scweam!!"