The seabirds whirled overhead, bending this way and that into the ocean breeze. He laughed and threw breadcrumbs their way. The terns swooped down to eat them in a rush of feathers and squeals. Later, as we splashed in the shallow pool, he pretended to fly like a bird, too, spinning through the water with his arms spread wide like wings. He paddled left, then right, and then sat down in the pool with an easy splash and a big smile. I knew he'd love the Outer Banks.