Me, My Little Brother with Mom and Dad on the Beach
“Ouch, my feet’re burning.” I yell, “The sand’s too hot!”
Jackie’s already perched on Dad’s shoulders, carrying him back to our blanket in the shade.
“C’mon,” Mom says, “We’re almost there.”
“It’s no fair! I wanna sit on Dad’s shoulders!”
I hate being the big sister.
We finish our sandwiches.
“Let’s go home. I’m tired.”
“Not yet”, says Jackie, “Last one in - is a rotten egg.”
“Wait, kids, you’ve just eaten.”
Too late. We’re already bouncing and splashing in the warm waves.
It’s great to have a little brother.
“Ouch, my feet’re burning.” I yell, “The sand’s too hot!”
Jackie’s already perched on Dad’s shoulders, carrying him back to our blanket in the shade.
“C’mon,” Mom says, “We’re almost there.”
“It’s no fair! I wanna sit on Dad’s shoulders!”
I hate being the big sister.
We finish our sandwiches.
“Let’s go home. I’m tired.”
“Not yet”, says Jackie, “Last one in - is a rotten egg.”
“Wait, kids, you’ve just eaten.”
Too late. We’re already bouncing and splashing in the warm waves.
It’s great to have a little brother.
