We must have been at the start of the trend, because no sooner had we began plotting out how the sandcastle was going to be built then a young girl and her mother arrived and began working on a sandcastle of their own a short ways away from ours. Elaine and I didn’t pay much attention to them. I was using the shovel to carve out a future moat around the castle walls. When I needed to move, I scooted as discreetly as I could, keeping my bottom as close to the ground as possible. Those efforts proved futile.
“Mommy? Why is that girl wearing a diaper,” said the young girl, pointing her finger in my direction.
The lack of a diaper or pull-up beneath the girl’s yellow-and-white two-piece swimsuit made it clear that the toddler had already mastered the art of potty-training.