Under the Sea

I'm only typing in blue because I feel like it. No real reason. Anyway, if you've read all the previous blogs, you would know that our family has left for Israel. If you haven't read those blogs, I suggest you get a move on. In Israel, there are so many beaches they are impossible to count and we go to one almost every day. We do plenty of things there, make sand castles, climb rocks, swim, say mincha, eat ice cream, and much much more! If you have any questions about saying Mincha on the beach, please contact Psycho Toddler. This post is going to be about yet another close run in with little kids for me. If you don't know what I'm talking about saying this has happened to me before, please read my post "Attack of the Clones."



I was climbing a big rock just as a wave came in and left me knee deep in pure salt water. I could hear some singing coming from my 4 year old second cousin. We'll call her the PT2. She only speaks Hebrew, but I can translate for you what she was singing:



"I am a lion. I am a lion. I am the lion of the SEA!!!! <ROAR!>"



After singing her song and roaring a couple of times, she started looking for something. She dug deep into the sand of the beach until she found what she was looking for. I got off my rock for a bit because Mom had just told me I had to look after the PT2. My cousin withdrew her hand from the hole holding a big sharp rock. In the other hand, she had a huge clump of wet sand. She looked at me very closely. Then she roared and threw everything she had at me. I screamed and dodged the rock, but the sand hit me in the leg.



"ANI (please insert name here) ! ARI HAYUMAI! ROAR!"



That was her battle cry. She picked up more sand and rocks and threw them at anyone who came within range. I climbed back up my rock and stayed there. When PT2 realized she couldn't go any deeper into the water to get me, she started digging in the sand again. She dug and dug until she had excavated 12 rocks and a dent big enough for her to sit inside. I believe she referred to this as her throne. If I went of my rock for even a second, She would be all over me. She waited to see if I would come down for a bit, but when she realized otherwise, she went back to digging other holes and singing to herself. When she wasn't looking, I got off my rock and went over to her throne. She wasn't there anymore and didn't see me. I took all her rocks and piles of sand and dumped them into the water. Then I ran back to my rock as fast as possible.When PT2 got back and saw there was no weapons she cried out in rage:


"ME OSEH ZEH LIH ARI YUMAI?!" (ROAR)

From then on she was more cautious about leaving her nest/throne. I think at some point we made some kind of deal using eye contact.

Her conditions: "Don't go near my home"

My conditions: "Don't kill me"

Normally I wouldn't let her hurt me like that, you know, the physical hurting, but she's young and doesn't always know better. We coexisted for a little while like that, and sometimes she'd come by my rock to collect shells or pebbles, and I went near her throne every once in a while to see witch rock to jump to next (there was a perfect view). Then the real PT and my other cousin (we'll call her csn2) came down to the beach. Csn2 ran down into the water and called to the PT.

"PT! BO POH!"
"She means, 'come here" I translated for the PT

The PT looked down at the water. Then at csn2, and then at me.

"Oh, you CANNOT be serious!" she yelled

The PT2 did not like this at all. One girl was her sister, so that was cool. But who was this other girl? She did not belong in the sea of the ari yumai!

"ROAR! ANI ARI HAYUMAI! ROAR!"

She took some rocks and sand from her throne and ran towards the PT. Still roaring, she began throwing things at her.

"Ahh!" screamed the PT at the PT2 "Stop! Stop, you don't know what your doing!"
"PT2! YOSHEVET ES HA CHOL SHELACH!" I ordered the PT2.

She didn't go back, but she did stop throwing things. She looked at the PT, who had a strange expression on her face. Then she walked slowly towards her nest.

"cane..." she mumbled.

It stayed peaceful until the boys arrived with ice cream, and we ate and said Mincha on the beach while the PT2 still roared. It was a good trip, I'll admit. But once again it was a close run in with little kids for me.