The rain finally let up, and like Noah loosing the animals, parents wearily unlatched the fevered cabin doors and the babes of Brewster flocked to the beaches. Crosby's complete naivete of social boundaries continued as he shamelessly inserted himself in each play scene we attempted to pass, and exhibited a keen fondness for shovels. The kindness of kids shown through the faces of the disshoveled playmates and Crosby practiced his "Hi's" and "thank you's". When finally apart and focused on his mother Crosby showed us both that he is but a couple decades from the triple crown, and, yes, probably a lefty.
- Crosby's Dad
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