LITTLE SURFERS --LITTLE GIRL AND BOYS

I knew they could do it. They all have great balance. Plus the spirit of adventure. Plus the invincibility of youth.

So off they went as Evan and Dillon on respective days taught them surfing in the Pacific last week.

The two boys, age 9 and 7 got up the very first time. I knew they would, but not the first time. Their sis took a little longer. But maybe because she's bigger/older. She also got up, just not initially.

By getting up I mean standing and, you know, surfing. Not boogie boarding on a long board. Not on bended knees. Surfing. I don't know which song played louder in my head, "Surfer Girl" or "Hawaii 5-0's" theme song but it was fun watching them surf.

Our daughter, even older and bigger surfed, too, until a stingray took a bite, small thank heavens, out of her left foot. End of her surfing for the day. A visit to an Urgent Care followed after a hot soak for an hour in the tub. A shot, some x-rays, some meds and she returned two days later, but only in a help role.

Did it slow down or stop our grand ones? Not in the least. I didn't tell them another surfer who went out with them had also gotten stingrayed two days prior.

While the littlest surfer wanted more days in the water, the other two were happy to tunnel and pool it. And he did both helping to build the biggest tunnel I had ever seen on a beach. While he also "hit on" some girls at the pool where he told his G-Ma and me to act like we didn't know him (while he presumably was making a move or two).

As most vacations, it went all too quickly. But there's always next Summer.