So, we hit the beach yesterday. We love the beach. Ideally, the kids take their buckets and their shovels and they go down near the water's edge. They dig, they swim, and blissfully, when they bicker, I can't hear them. Being the first beach trip of summer, it didn't quite work out that way, but next week is looking good.
At any rate, we get out the sunscreen, and it's the new, fancy, spray-on kind, which I might add is only enough for not-quite six people, some of them quite small, to apply twice. Total rip off. I get it out and start spraying them down until they shine. It gets in their mouths and eyes. Lovely. Then, I make the mistake of allowing Ellie and Evan to use the sunscreen on me. I'm telling you, I should have asked a nearby adult. They manages to get sunscreen on my back under my swimsuit, they managed to get sunscreen on the backs of my arms, but in spite of me rubbing it in after they sprayed, it seems that nary a drop made it to my shoulders. And, there is a lovely handprint down one of my arms.