At the beach today, I watched with interest as two boys, maybe 7 or 8 years old, labored to dig the right size and shape “pool” to catch the incoming waves.
One of the two blond kids was clearly the leader, barking orders at the other to “Dig the other side! Fast, dig the other side!”
While he shouted, the “supervisor” tunneled through the berm they’d built around the hole’s perimeter. Of course, the sea rushed through it, and then washed the sand hill out.
As the water lapped at them again and again, the boys worked furiously, trying to save their masterpiece.
I couldn’t help but notice that already at their tender ages, they were shoveling stuff against the tide.