“Hugh Andrew Biggs, climb down off those rocks right this instant!” Sinead screamed, but it was too late for warnings. Especially when her firstborn was in the process of attempting an impressive backwards flip from a terrifying height. “Oh my Jesus, Lizzie, he’s doing it, isn’t he?” “Yep,” I laughed, clapping and cheering from the beach when Hugh executed the most perfectly timed backflip off the cliff’s edge. “He sure is!”
