Prompted by a few stories, the Kid has been into all things sailing this month.
He's learned all of the words (bow, stern, starboard, come about); he's asking to look at pictures of different kinds of sails. He's in a full-blown knowledge quest.
"I wish we could go sailing," he wistfully sighed from the backseat of the car, a few weeks ago.
"I don't know about sailing," I replied. (Neither Sweet Husband, nor I, know how to sail.) "But I bet we could go canoeing?"
His response indicated that a canoe would be sufficient, so--post Little Miss's nap last Sunday afternoon--we headed out to a nearby lake and rented ourselves a canoe.
The Kid was hellbent on rowing. He was also very distracted by the shoreline and the waves and the bits of flotsam in the water. This was not the most productive combination--more than once Sweet Husband or I caught him just as he was about to dreamily let go of the oar--but it basically all worked out.
Little Miss was mostly content to ride along. Towards the end she got a bit wild with wanting to put her hands in the water, but fortunately she's not really big enough to tip a canoe. Very fortunately.
And then, when our time was up, we spread out a blanket and had a nibble-y picnic.
"We need to remember this one," Sweet Husband told me, as we sat in the shade. "We do," I smiled back. While I don't know how many more years our whole family will fit into one boat, I think we've found something all four of us really enjoy.