Working for the man....

...and I'm the man.  Finally took advantage of being a trader and working for myself, by making a little money and leaving early to meet my family at the beach.  The in-town P's were good enough to pick-up the offspring and take them to my P's favorite beach spot.  J1, after some whining, finally got into the spirit and enjoyed the large, short-breaking waves.  J2, faced the waves with much trepidation.  But after much coaxing, I got her into the rough waters....only to have a big one "clobber" her.  She was very brave, but a little shaken up.  Next time, a mellower beach.

Me:  Don't go too far out, it's cold and I don't want to have to rescue you.

J2:  You have to rescue me, I'm your daughter.

Me:  We can always make more daughters.

J2:  No, you can't.  Mommy's water broke.