When he was 2 we went to the beach as a family. I had the kids down at the beach. I’m the only adult present. He kept running to the water. So finally instead of stopping him I let him get hit by a wave. I’m standing there beside him and he’s on his back and starts to cry. I said “you don’t have time to cry, there’s another wave coming “. He gets hit again. I said “you better get up or you’re not going to make it”. One more wave and he made it back to the beach. Somewhere I have a picture of him looking at me just after that hair all messed up with “wtf” written all over his face. He didn’t go to the water again without permission again
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