Staring at the sea
We're back home on Long Island this week and having a fantastic time. Mom and I took Connor to the beach today and he did pretty well. Was NOT okay with the water; never even touched it. He got as close as the wet sand and that was close enough, thank-you-very-much. He wasn't cool with me standing in the water while he was safely on-shore. I think the sound of the waves crashing was just too much this time. He loved playing in the sand, though. Even dug himself up a cigarette. No syringes, though. There's always next time. Aaah, New York.
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