Tourists

Yesterday we went to the beach for some relaxing...enjoying the sun, eating potato chips, and catching little crabs. We were the only ones at the beach and I was enjoying my solitude, and quite excited that for once I was the skinniest person swimming there. All of the sudden a tour van pulls up....ahhhh the tourists. Now, I try not to make up too much fun of the tourists that come to the island, because I know it is only my island for the few short years I live here...we are like extended stay tourists. But it is funny to watch them take pictures of the funniest things, pose with the chickens, and flash peace and hang loose signs in every picture (HA...I am so guilty of that too!).

So they are all piling out of the van, and Clark sees them...being the super friendly baby he is he runs up to them...thinking that they all came to play with him. Well, now he is the new attraction...

They are taking pictures of him running, taking pictures of his feet, tickling his belly, and all taking turns holding him so they can get their own picture. Clark was enjoying it so much, laughing for them, making little faces...it was so fun to watch.

Clark's 15 minutes of fame was over before we knew it, and he was left standing alone wondering where all his admirers went. Like it never happened, he went back to digging in the sand...and I was left wondering what they are going tell their friends when they go home, "Look at this fat white baby we met at the beach..."!