Each weekend we try to think of clever ways to get O out of the house. I thought this one -- West Haven beach walk/bike ride in 15-degree wind chill -- was doomed from the start but check it out:
We're on a little island that's actually out in the Sound. The tide was so low that we parked O's bike behind a rock and walked out on a sandbar to the island. TONS of shells.
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I will be calling New Haven Child Protective Services first thing in the morning.
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