The beach dinner

This morning we work, my papa said, and this afternoon we can go to the beach. Yes!!! And this time we are not rained out: mama disappears for a swim and her hair is all wet.

Papa likes nice food, and he has spotted his restaurant on the beach. It looks really nice, and still they let us in on our bare feet! Wow, papa has chosen well: lovely food and lovely ice cream to finish off!!

While we sit there, the sun sets. Look Ces, says mama, how nice the sun makes a path through the water. My moon shine!, I yell, My moon shine! I have a song about moon shine, that is how I know.