Back in the '80's, I had the opposite story occur. (We expected the water to be gone and stay gone)
My dad and I were out exploring on the East coast. We walked across a tidal flat to go look at a light house. My dad had been in the Navy and knew that we need to keep track of the time. If the tide comes in, we'll be stuck out at the lighthouse.
Well .... we're from Ontario - my dad didn't take into account the difference in time zone (likely excuse). When the tide started coming in, we did a mad scramble to get back to the mainland.
We made it back ... but the last 10-15 feet, I was up to my waste in seawater. My guess is that I was about the same height as the little Boom is.
Mom wasn't too happy about that story.
Oh no, thats everyones worst nightmare when they go across a tidal flat! Its like the basis for a million kids adventure stories, lol.
It was quick thinking of him to blame the time zone difference, hehe.
I bet your Mom was not happy, these things play on the mind!
It definitely burned a life lesson into my brain.
I learned a true respect for water that day.
Its a fearsome thing. I grew up near a big industrial river that was famous for drownings. I have always had a healthy combo of fear and respect for it!