Day at the park

"Jenny, stop throwing sand at me!" Jimmy pouted as his sister violently dug a hole in the park sandpit.

"How else do you expect me to dig a hole fast?" Jenny retorted as she continued digging.

Jimmy scurried out of the line of fire. He brushed off his clothes as he weaved under the jungle gym, avoiding metal poles and other children. The waves of sand slowed his speed as he trudged along. In the grassy field, his mother sat on a periwinkle blanket under a shady tree a few feet away with their baby brother George. Their mother rubbed suntan lotion on her arms as George stomach surfed on the blanket.

She raised her shades as Jimmy approached. "What are you doing back so soon Jimmy?"

"I don't want to get hit by sand as Jenny digs."

"Alright. There are some juice boxes in the cooler. You can play in the field, just play where I can see you and stay away from the burrs."

Jimmy grabbed a box of apple juice and ran into the field.