We're going to the beach?!?!

You can put me down as a bit confused. You see, I think that we just spent 6 hours in a freaking plane to get away from a beach and to get home...but alas....mom said we're going to go have lunch on the beach. Don't get me wrong, while I was excited at the prospect, I'm a bit suspicious...are we really going to the doctor or something?
So, off we went, and low and behold, a beach! We walked, we splashed, we poop-shoot-scooted, it was grand! (Hey, no comments on the legs, I'm a power-lifter! Back off!)

When I confronted mom and dad about where we were, they assured me that we were back at home, and then mom pointed over dad's shoulder and if you look close, you can see the very top of the gigantic international orange colored finger pointing towards the sky....yet, wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but we are indeed home and, even more shockingly, its warm here!