Shell

Yesterday we went to the beach and Amelia loves to comb the sand for sticks, shells, rocks and any other things she can find. She brought me back her little mitt of treasures and was telling me about them. As she handed me a shell she said, "I found aunt shell, you need to talk to her mom?". (My sister's name is Rachelle and we talk on the phone a lot) The part I loved best was today when she was recapping it all to Phil, she said it again, including the part that I should talk on the phone to a shell.
Ben loves the sand a little too much. I had to give him a cracker to stop eating it.