How much is too much? What pushes you over the edge?
My lovely sister and I discovered exactly what “too much” meant for us when we took the kids to the beach to eat ice cream cones and wade in a shallow ocean inlet. My oldest brought over an intact set of fish-bones to gross us out…and it worked. But such things are expected in the ocean and we simply had him toss them to the side and continue splashing in the salty waters. Then another discovery was made…a severed turkey foot! It was simply too much. We drug all 6 kids, crying for more play time, back home for hot soapy baths and TV. Now I know that severed limbs discovered while swimming pushes me over the limit. Who knew?
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