Around eleven or so ... we dumped Landon in the sand on the beach. We washed all the sand off of him around four. Lauren ingested most of hers. What she didn't eat herself - Landon fed to her by the handful. He worked steadily for hours filling up the back of a plastic dumptruck Mimi bought him. When he was done with that, he fed Lauren a little more. What can I say? She must look hungry or something.
Occasionally, Josh and I took turns carrying them down to the water to rinse them off... I guess once Landon had a complete earful we felt it necessary for appearances.
He ate sandy Nilla wafers for lunch, and drank a bottle full of sandy water. By golly, we will NOT help him eat ... NO SIR. Sandy crackers you say, Landon? Okay then. Dig in buddy.
All is well and sunny. Teen and Preteen are still among the living.