E was F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S; fearless at the beach, the ocean, sand, sticks, shells, water touching his toes, everything excited and intrigued him. He was in heaven, I on the other hand wasterrifiedof his infatuation with running to the ocean waves every 2seconds. We played cat and mouse back and forth, he would run to the water, I'd scoop him up and dangle his toes in the waves and then I would walk back to the dry sand, which produced tears {his, not mine} every time, then I would let him down again and it would begin all over again. Unless, I could distract him with a stick or shell, for one fleeting moment. In the last few weeks I've discovered a new dimension to my son's personality I have a very adventurous, daring, at times fearless little boy. He loves being outside, dirt, rocks, sticks, water, stomping in mud puddles, climbing, he isALL BOYand I wouldn't have it any other way.