Horsin’ around …
March 24, 2009 § 7 Comments
Hey, kids! Get over here and sit down and eat your lunch with the rest of us! Stop messing around!
Oh, Mom, we’re not doing anything. Just hanging around, chillin’. We’ll be there in a minute. (and quietly under his breath, the one in the white tee adds “and besides you guys are so boring…”
Don’t make me come over there!
What? What, mom? Oh!!!! Look out … Run, Marta, run! Take my hand.We’re coming, Mom! We’re coming!
Pete! Come on! Your lunch is getting cold. And you’re going to freeze.
Sorry, can’t hear you, Mom!
Pete was indeed getting a bit chilly but the thrill of the water popping up out of the ground was just too much and the noon sun was doing its best to burn through the clouds. It wasn’t every day that Pete could feel his future, what it was going to be like, to be a man.
Finally he turned and chased after his siblings. Surely they’d be up for a game on this water court after lunch. After all, it wasn’t like swimming, like when you have to wait a half hour before going in the water or you’d get cramps. Pete raced past his mom, skidded to a stop, backed up to her, snaked out a wet chilly hand and messed her hair, then dashed off laughing.
Pete! she said, patting her hair and smiling.
He’s a good boy, that Pete, his aunt said.
Oh, Pete loved a day off as much as any kid.