After breakfast, the parents said they wanted to take a drive down to Cape May to look at the lighthouse and wander around town. We kids declined.

"We need more beach time," Marissa said, as if we hadn't been doing that every day already.

When we got back to the house, we split off. The parents all piled into Uncle Micah's SUV, while we packed up our things for a long day out in the sun.

As we walked up to the beach, Marissa grabbed my arm and held me back. Both our brothers marched ahead of us. My brother's butt seemed to move in all kinds of enticing ways...