All right, this is the last of the beachcomber series. I think I have officially milked our vacation dry of photographs. I have mentioned a couple of times, however, that Max had a slight aversion to the ocean when it came too close, and I wanted to record the moments when that aversion was born, should it come in handy later when he is talking to a therapist about his fear of water.
Phase one of fear inducement: Max's mama, in an attempt to expose Max to the wonders of nature, dangles him over the water. He is encouraged to touch the frothy waves. He does not comply.
Phase two: Max begins to writhe vigorously, in the process nearly defeating his own purpose and getting dropped into the very water he is protesting proximity to.
Phase three: Max decides that Mama is not to be trusted. He appeals to Dad for aid and succor. Ian, who is not a huge fan of being out in nature, either, helps Max to hide behind a boulder. The two of them remain MIA for the rest of the trip.