They were just getting to the beach when Caden tugged on his father’s hand. Jed smiled, knowing how much the boy hated crowds. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My eyes hurt, Daddy,” Caden replied. “I don’t like it here. I think it’s too bright.”

Chloe frowned and Jed was about to intervene in what might turn out to be a sibling argument when she said, “Her shirt is very shiny. It’s like a light bulb.” As she spoke, she pointed boldly at a woman wearing a top of some sort of shimmering fabric.

“I suppose it is a little bright, but it’s not polite to point, Chloe. Caden, how about you put your hat on, then the sun won’t be so bright. Then we can look for seashells for our sand castle.” The subject changed, the children quickly set off down the beach in search of the perfect shell.