I've been trying to go to the beach at least twice a week--but man it's gross. Leo will drop a slice of orange in the sand and then pick it up and eat it. Covered in sand. And we get sand everywhere and it's a schlep across the sand to get there. But after we go--everyone is happier. Except for his irritated butt hole from pooping out sand.
I agree about the sand. Once when I was at Girl Scout Camp in Malibu, we were swimming in the ocean and I got knocked over by a wave and dragged crotch first along the bottom. I think there is still sand up in there.
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