The best part of the circus is that its right beyond the boardwalk of Coney Island. And when Uta pleaded for an extremely over priced stuffed white tiger, he was easily pacified with an offer to walk to the waters edge instead. We didn't bring suits so I rolled up Uta's pants and he promised to just go in to his knees. Ha! It was a mere thirty seconds before he was completely soaked. But oh well. What is summer if not a good excuse to throw practicality to the wind. The waves were just perfect for him, high enough to crash around his waist but mild enough to cause no real threat. He was more than a little sandy and damp on the subway ride home, but thoroughly satisfied.
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