“Daddy, you be the bear!, Daddy you be the bear!”
Neil was tired and would have liked to just sleep.... but laying on his stomach in the warm Chick's Beach sand, he smiled and pushed himself up with his arms preparing to chase his son across the small dunes. He opened his eyes and saw perfectly manicured toes digging into the sand. His eyes tracked up tone calves—
“Daddy, be the bear be the bear”--- looking higher--- thighs joining under a fluorescent swath of yellow fabric —“Come on Daddy, be the Bear, be the Bear"—
"Sir, open your eyes."
"Sir,?”