Saturday, we took the family on the ferry to Bainbridge. Alex had a great time. When you walk to the very front of the boat, you’re hit by a wall of wind when you leave the protection of the vessel’s hull. Alex thought that was the best thing in the world, and he made us carry him back and forth, into and out of the wind.
Alex will now also tell stories, such as they are. He and I were up on the sun deck as the ferry pulled into shore. The ship’s horn blew, suddenly and LOUDLY. It startled us both and Alex started to cry. I took him below and calmed him down. He then said, “The loud horn blew. I was scared. I cried.”
“Go tell Mama,” I said, and we found her and he repeated his story. Hey — it’s got a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Now that we’re home, for the past two days, Alex’s favorite game to play is “ferryboat.” He sits on the chair with one of us, he makes a toot-toot sound like the ferry’s horn, and we get on and off the ferry. Oh, and every now and then one of us pretends to fall into the water and splash around.