This was our set up.
You really liked watching Reilly swim in and out of the water for sticks. Eventually, she got tired of sticks and began bringing whole logs ashore.
You stood with your baby toes in the wet sand with dad.
You kept trying to eat your foot except it looked like this and I knew you would regret it so I would not let you nom it.
You tried to get your dad's mouth, a favorite game. You thought it was so funny.
And then it wasn't funny anymore.