... he fought the waves and the waves won

Last week at the beach, my highly imaginative five-year-old, Henry, had it in mind that he was going to use his small shovel to defeat the ocean waves.



Here's the story in pictures....



Waves, you come here and I will swat the oxygen molecules out of you. 



And maybe those two hydrogens that are giving me the evil eye.  



Superman? 




Iron Man? 



Spiderman? 



Batman? 



Those weaklings have NOTHING on me. 



Me? I can conquer the ocean! 



With nothing but a plastic shovel... 

And the power of my mind! 

OK, so this one looks a little big ...



But let me grip my shovel a little tighter...



Wait! Wait!  RETREAT! RETREAT!



Little spray!  There's a little spray over here! 



Cue ..... wipeout. 



And ..... this pretty much sums up how Henry spent every day at the beach.