Buried Treasure
My sister and I are digging in the sand underneath the slide. We quickly find the plastic coins we had hidden there last time.
“We found them Papa!” Kate exclaims, running up to him with two of the coins. I follow closely behind her, holding the other coin. We give them to him and he puts them in his pocket.
“Come on! Race you to the swings!” I start running immediately, pressing my hands against the swing when I reach it just half a second before Kate, causing it to sway. “I won!”
We each sit down on a swing and sway softly while we call for Papa to come push us.
He steps away after we each get a few pushes. We’re both perfectly capable of swinging on our own. “Let’s play the Same- Opposite game,” I say.
“Can I be Opposite?” Kate asks.
“I wanna be Opposite!”
“Please?”
“Alright, I’ll be Same.”
The next few minutes are spent stopping and starting again and again. I try to make sure we go forward and back at the same time, while Kate tries to make sure we go in opposite directions. Eventually we get tired and decide to go home.
“Papa, we need the treasure!” Kate says.
“Where should we bury it this time?” he asks, handing it to her.
“In the house,” she says.
“Under the shelf!” I add.
We run to the small wooden playhouse, dig a hole in the sand, and bury the plastic coins.