We took a walk on the beach. Tom saw a starfish, but it went back to sea before he could get it. A little while later, we saw one washed up on the beach. It was still moving, so Tom took it back to the ocean. He said “it’s stuck to my hand!” When he came back to the shore I said “That means it was laying eggs under your skin. They will go through your system and eventually leave through your digestive tract. We will need to get a strainer for you to catch them…”
He’s 14. He no longer believes things like that.
I need grandkids…
A little while later we saw a bunch of starfish washed up on the beach. Most were still alive – we took turns throwing them back in the ocean. We probably saved 40 of them in total.
I was hoping that Tom would ask “What difference will it make?” So I could have my own version of the sand dollar story. But he didn't.