Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone.  The water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He wondered what was beneath the surface; he scanned the horizon for sharks. Indy and I cheered for him from our places on shore. When he had finished, he was tired from the journey, so I pulled him out of his ocean and wrapped him in a towel with red stripes. Then I held him for a little while, just so that I could smell the salt on his skin. I gave him a piece of trident cinnamon gum for being so brave, and congratulated him for being the first four year old to cross the sea alone.

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