Just about everyday, Frankie comes to me with this thing around his neck. He says, "Mommy, ago a beach? A go a beach a me?" I say, "Not today, Big Boy, not until the snow melts." He says, "Oh, right." I have no idea what that loom thing has to do with going to the beach, but I think it's hilarious. I wish I could take him to the beach. For now he is happy with the idea that we are going when the snow melts.