Sometimes, when you take a trip up to Maine in the high summer heat wave, you end up on a beach, cut with rivulets and tributaries from low tide. Sometimes, you end up on this beach with a couple and their serenely happy, Irish-named child. And sometimes, you really just have to smash your face into that little belly. It’s not like there was another option here. I mean, sorry for partying with the babysploitation, but…look at it.