[Lance's age makes it easier for him to bounce back. He's so small and young that it's easy to just forget to be sad, and he thinks of everything as sharing it from the heart. But he's glad that for this moment he can share it with his dad, staying blissfully distracted by the drifting waves. It's been a pretty good day, and he's determined to keep it that way.
The boy squats, reaching his hands into the sand, and he's another mess of giggles when a wave washes forward and pushes the sand over his fingers. He doesn't realize that he's squatted s low that the water soaks into the seat of his shorts until it recedes, and he jumps up, turning quickly to run back--and he falls into the sand almost immediately. Thankfully, he's springy and the sand is soft. He pushes himself up and runs over to base camp, grinning.]
Daddy, daddy! The sand is real squishy. We can build a sand castle later, right?
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The boy squats, reaching his hands into the sand, and he's another mess of giggles when a wave washes forward and pushes the sand over his fingers. He doesn't realize that he's squatted s low that the water soaks into the seat of his shorts until it recedes, and he jumps up, turning quickly to run back--and he falls into the sand almost immediately. Thankfully, he's springy and the sand is soft. He pushes himself up and runs over to base camp, grinning.]
Daddy, daddy! The sand is real squishy. We can build a sand castle later, right?