My mom and I took the boys whale watching over at Dana Point Harbor the other week. My mom had been before and warned me that it can get cold out at sea, so we bundled up. The trip reminded me that you have to live life a bit before you can determine what’s a special treat and what’s an everyday occurrence. I tried my best to point out the breaching whales but it might as well have been a bird landing on a fence. Both boys showed a bit more interest when we we were surrounded by literally hundreds upon hundreds of dolphins. You could see them rising in and out of the water and the water was clear enough to see them swimming underneath, just to the side of the boat. I went with my purpose being for the boys to have fun and experience something different, but I walked away talking non-stop about them dolphins (said with a southern accent). By far one of the coolest things I’ve seen. I didn’t bring any snacks and tantrums hit full swing when I brought Van down to the snack shack only to learn that they don’t take credit cards. I thought the guy would hand over the damn chex mix out of pure sympathy, but – lo and behold – he did not. We’ll definitely go again; not so much for them, but for me. And I’ll bring snacks. And maybe a couple extra bucks for a beer.