Sludgy Water

I finally had to leave the water and come back to the children. So much screaming Greek child. All the kids running around screaming in Greek. It would be a sound that would haunt my dreams.
Luckily the tiny boys had taken over. I pulled my shorts and t shirt on and discovered they had taken the sand bucket and filled it with a combination of water, icee, sand, cigarette butts that were littering the beach, and some waxy pink substance that I would later find out was my Cherry Chapstick that must have fallen out of my pocket while I was out swimming.
This was a lucky break beacuse I am a 12 year old boy on the inside. So I helped them mix more disgusting things in it, and dared them to drink it, and I finally felt like I was making some progress. Which was when we left. So I packed up all their beach toys and towels, grabbed the tote bags and moved them to the car, then from the car to the house.
Mrs. Crazy lets me go back and shower and change, and in my jeans and UK shirt I feel the most normal I have in days. And while the rest of them have dispersed, I was left with DC. But the ocean must have tuckered him out, and with that sapped all the fight right out of him. He appeared to relent, and let me sit next to him and help put number puzzles together. Eventually he fell asleep on the couch next to me, and I felt relief that I might actually be making progress.