The ocean temperature, by my standards was cold, because it was in fact, cold. How anyone could stay in it for more than a couple of minutes is still beyond me. That said, Emma stayed in it for several hours and tried every trick in her arsenal to avoid exiting. Fortunately, I am older and only slightly wiser and I prevailed, eventually.
We did have a very good time and and after some much needed dinner we hopped back on the F train and returned to Roosevelt Island. Emma made up a song about one of the stops on the F called "Ditmas Avenue". I don't think there is anything of great import about Ditmas Avenue, it's just one of many stops along the F line. Anyhoo, Emma's song lasts as long as Iron Butterfly's classic ode to garbled lyrics, "In-a-gadda-da-vida", and contains only two words: DITMAS AVENUE! Needless to say her song caused us to get the giggles for at least twenty minutes and may have bothered other commuters.
Upon returning back home it became rather clear that the slathering of sunscreen is very important. However, failing to slather on the sunscreen will eventually become quite obvious. I am providing two pictures of Emma. One prior to our trip to CI and one after. Can you identify where the sunscreen was not slathered?