Root Beer

This is for the Lykens family:

Growing up, I (Bill) went every summer to the Jersey shore where many customs, behaviors, and traditions were passed on to me. These included Groff's, watching the tram car...please, biking on the boards, floating on my back in the waves, digging large holes with even larger shovels, using dripping sand to decorate sand castles, and squeezing my two hands together to squirt people in the eye with water.

These days we find ourselves at the beach at least 3 times a month and while there is no Groff's in Lebanon I find Zaki picking up many of our beach traditions. The latest was to run through the foam left by the waves and to yell "root beer," despite the fact that he does not even know what root beer is because we do not have it here. I guess we can teach him next time we are in the States. Zaki is so into the "foam" he just now went to use the bathroom looked into the toilet to see what he had done and said "look bubbles, just like the beach."