The trip to Hopewell Rocks was worth it, even with the less than ideal weather. Walking on the ocean floor, G said, was really cool. I reminded him that we do that all the time at home, when we walk on the beach at low tide. He said it was different. I said it wasn’t. But it’s the beach—not the ocean floor, he said. Now keep in mind that he’s the super-analytical one; I’m the one who says stuff that doesn’t always make sense (to me, yes; to others, not so much). But that’s what the beach is, I said—it’s the ocean floor (sand) at low tide. He then proceeded to tell me that I had ruined the magic.