Dark clouds closing in 20

“Uncle Shawn look, look.” Bash squeals dropping a crab he has found in DeShawn’s lap. “My goodness that is something.” DeShawn says placing the creature on the sand next to him. Bash smiles and plops himself on DeShawn’s lap. “I love beach.” Bash says. “I love the beach too. Where’s your hat?” DeShawn asks and Bash puts his hands on his head. “Blowed off.” Bash … Continue reading Dark clouds closing in 20