Malibu

I was deeply craving an evening on a warm beach. So much so, that I figured any beach had to be warm on an August evening. Dad knew better, but went along with it. He didn't care what temperature the beach was. He knew we'd have fun. 
Sure enough, one windy beach, a couple of under dressed babies, and a naive mom later, we had had a decent time.
What mom forgets jackets to her imaginary warm beach? The kids still acted as if it was 80 degrees.