A mesh bag for each boy.
A place for holding seashells (or whatever else he might find).
They scoured the beach for the perfect ones.
So did I! (photos by Daddy)
Then, my goodness! What's this?
He was the first one to spot the sweet treasures, without so much as a peep about it to his brothers. (You know, just factoring in his "littlest guy" handicap).
But, try as you might, you can't hide this kind of thing from two older brothers for long!
We found that these guys knew well the two essential parts of successful egg collecting:
1)Speed
2)Keeping a close eye on your competition.
And, surprisingly, we didn't have to teach them either one.

Who knew that shelling would turn into egging?
Well, Mama may have known something about it.
Wink, wink!