Beach Mama And My Nuki Nuki Summer Vacation - M... Guide

She sighed, then reached over and gave Nuki Nuki’s loose button-eye a little twist. "Okay, Nuki Nuki," she whispered. "Show me what you’ve got."

Day three: Instead of "marine biology identification," Nuki Nuki and I built a driftwood fort for hermit crabs. Day four: We ditched snorkel drill to chase ghost crabs at dusk. Day five: I used Mom’s expensive zinc sunscreen to draw a giant Nuki Nuki face on the sand. From our balcony, Beach Mama saw it. Beach Mama and My Nuki Nuki Summer Vacation - M...

We arrived at Crescent Cove, a tiny beach town with a rickety pier and the best shaved ice this side of the highway. Beach Mama had a laminated schedule: 9 AM sandcastle engineering, 11 AM snorkel safety drill, 2 PM sunscreen reapplication (mandatory). She blew her whistle at seagulls. She sighed, then reached over and gave Nuki

The next morning, Beach Mama left her whistle in the condo. We ate ice cream for breakfast, built a lopsided sand volcano, and let the sunscreen wear off naturally. Nuki Nuki sat between us, watching the sun melt into the sea. Day four: We ditched snorkel drill to chase