Exercises
“Everone wrote a title of a song on a piece of paper and we picked one out of a hat, a santa hat.”
Rolly Polly
“If you sing that song one more time I’m going to ...”
“What?” Bethany pushed Josh with her bare foot and he feigned mortal injury and rolled off the picnic blanket.
He crawled back doing his rabid dinosaur routine.
“I will bite you all over.” he said, starting in on her ankle.
She lay back looking up at the lacy pattern of branches against a china blue sky.
“This was a great idea. We really should do this more often. The chicken is tastier than my leg and I don’t want to have to carry it back.”
Josh reached for the hamper and selected a drumstick.
He hummed while he chewed and Bethany smiled up at the trees.
“Rolly Polly.” She sang.