“Mamma!”, says the younger one. Not yet three, he is old enough to answer questions; too young to understand sarcasm.
“I’ll take you to the mall. There is a sandpit there.”
“But I like this dirt”, he persists. “Try and see. You might like it too.”
That is my line. I cannot refuse.
The sand is cool to touch. Not rough at all. It feels great while slipping through your fingers.
Tomorrow, we are coming back for more.
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I loved that.
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