The parents were really cool with Nolan's interest in the bag of balls. They didn't seem bothered by him removing 20 of the balls and scattering them throughout their beach set up. They were lounging on their floats sipping beers laughing at him.
And how could you not laugh at this. I mean, could he get any further into the bag? And then when he finally finds a ball and gets it into his hand he studies it as if it might not be the ball he targeted. This lasted for 15 minutes or so until Nolan made enough of a mess of their stuff and I convinced him to move away.
The best part: the owners of the bag of balls suggested we don't need to put all the balls back in the bag, that their children will do it before they leave. I guess all kids do this. Thank you, dear friendly beach-goers. I will someday pay it forward and make Nolan clean up some other child's mess of his toys. Now where can I get my hands on a mesh bag of balls.