Beach House Diaries: The Kids are Alright

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Susan MacCallum-Whitcomb

By this point in the summer I am so relaxed that I'm virtually comatose, yet the impending arrival of grade-school guests is enough to push my reset button. Part of the reason I slip back into an A-type frame of mind is that I'm concerned for the young ones' wellbeing. I fear underactive Xbox addicts and TV junkies may be pushed over sanity's edge on this off-the-grid island. On the other hand, I fear that overactive kids (like overactive adults) might unwittingly put themselves in harm's way, considering that my beach house has poison ivy to tumble into, highs bluffs to trip off of, boats to tip over... you get the picture.