The Vacation Gods are smiling down on Weston once again. His rough year at the middle school has been quickly forgotten as he experiences one adventure after another here on the shores of the Cape.
The quirky kid at school has been magically transformed into "the man" on the beach as four lovely teenage girls plunked down their beach towels at the very bottom of our stairway, in perfect view of my adolescent son. The young girls are staying in the house beside us and have just arrived to begin their summer vacation. Yes, Weston's prayers indeed have been answered.
Weston is frozen with shock as the bikini-clad foursome smiled at him and said hello. He sat immobile on the stairs for a moment, collecting his thoughts and trying to recover from the shock of seeing so many beautiful bathing beauties right at his feet.
He recovers from his temporary paralysis and runs up the stairs to fetch his bucket.
"What are you doing?" I ask, trying not to embarrass him.
"I've got an idea," he says enthusiastically. He grabs his large, blue bucket, climbs down the stairs and gingerly passes the lovely lounging ladies. After being careful not to get sand on the the girls, he puts it into high gear and sprints to the water. He searches the muddy sand thoroughly with his feet and it isn't long before he finds a few clams. The lessons he learned from the old clammer now coming in handy. Soon his bucket is full of clams. He carries it back toward our house being careful not to spill any water.
His plan seems to work as the girls seem interested in what he has found.
"What did you find?" the girl in the pink bikini asks Weston. His face starts to redden, but I see a faint smile come to his lips as he answers in his most charming manner...
"I found some clams!" he answers loudly and as if by magic the four girls jump up from their blankets and surround Weston as they look into his bucket. On his face, a look of complete happiness. I laugh to myself as I see my once outcast child now completely surrounded by the most beautiful babes on the beach.
"Those are clams?" the one in the white asks my beaming son.
"Eeeew!" the one in the blue exclaims.
"What do you do with them?" the pink one asks.
"You put them in a pot and steam them." He answers, remembering what the old salt taught him on Monday.
"Really?" they all ask in unison.
"Yup, they're delicious, we had some yesterday."
"Ohhhhhhhhh" they say in awe.
As I watch my proud young son, surrounded by bikini-clad beauties and answering questions confidently... I think to myself...this just may be the best vacation of Weston's life.....so far anyway.