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

The summer I turned twelve, my mom declared herself "Beach Mama." She bought a neon-yellow sunhat, a matching flip-flop mat, and a whistle she wore around her neck like a lifeguard. Her mission: to make this the most organized, fun-filled, sand-free vacation ever.

"Did Nuki Nuki tell you to write that?" she asked. Beach Mama and My Nuki Nuki Summer Vacation - M...

"IS THAT A FIFTY-DOLLAR SUNSCREEN MURAL?!" she shrieked. The summer I turned twelve, my mom declared

It wasn't the vacation she planned. But it was the one we'd remember. And at the very end, when we packed up to leave, Mom tucked Nuki Nuki into her own bag. The summer I turned twelve

I hugged the otter tighter. "Maybe."