The big appeal of where we stopped for lunch was that it was a block from the beach. I told the kids we’d take ten minutes to walk on the beach before getting back into the car for the last hour of the drive to my parents’ house, and Kavi said, frowning, that she wasn’t dressed for the beach, and I laughed before kindly explaining that a beach in CT in mid-November was not at all the same as a beach in Florida or Mexico or Sri Lanka. Really, I probably should’ve called it the shore, so as not to mislead her…
