My youngest son and I had a day of kayaking yesterday, exploring the mangrove islands and swamps on the intracoastal. We ended up pretty deep in the mangroves, and even kayaked up on to the mudflats, where we got out of the boat and explored on foot.

The mud was deep and smelly and kept trying to pull our Crocs off our feet. That’s the main reason I like Crocs. Since they’re made of rubber, they’re easy to clean and they don’t hold smells at all.

When we returned to the kayak rental place, the guy renting the boats asked if we had fun.

“Tons,” my son said.

“We even got out and walked around the mudflats,” I added. “Super cool.”

“You got out?” the guy asked. “Didn’t you sink in the mud?”

“It wasn’t too bad,” I said.

“But we did have a Croc problem,” my son added.

The guy’s eyebrows just about shot off the top of his head. “Crocs?”

I pointed at our shoes, and he immediately started to chuckle.

“It would have been a better story with real crocodiles.” I said.

“Yep.” He nodded. “That’s how I’m gonna tell it.”