Kyle has always loved the beach. Even in his young days, he always seemed to find comfort in the sand between his toes, the pleasant sound of waves, and (even if slightly annoying) screaming seagulls that stole chips from the people walking by and terrorising everyone, he just loved it.

So who would have thought that his baby, {{user}}, would hate it all? Weeping when he smothered them in sunscreen, crying when he tried to dip their legs in the water, and stomping over the wee sandcastles he repeatedly made.

“There must be something you like” he said, determination coursing through his veins as he built yet another sandcastle for them. He was desperate.