“I think that boat is sinking.”
“No it’s not”
“Hmmm…. are you sure?”
“Well if it is, don’t you think the man sailing it would show some signs of distress? “
“Who knows? He might be suicidal for all we know?”
“And you might be struggling with an overactive imagination, who knows?”
“Hmmm …. I guess you’re right.”
Sighing, I sit back to enjoy the rest of our visit to the beech in peace.
Digging into the sand with her toes Elli seemed content to let that happen.
“I think the sand is going to fall on him.”
I should have known it won’t last.
“Why would the sand fall on him?
“Cause it’s all rumbling and scary and his going very close to it.”
“Well it won’t fall on him ….”
“Ahhhhhh, Ellie I don’t know. Perhaps because it hasn’t fallen on anyone before.”
“There’s always a first day for everything, that’s what grandma always says.”
I laughed despite my weariness.
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