Daddy and bubby went to the driving range, so it was time, just us two. Still in our pajamas we pulled the sandbox out and somehow he talked me into putting his feet into the sand. Sometimes I make up rules. The rule was, no feet in the box. You know why. Sand. Gets. Everywhere. But today, sure, why not. Sometimes rules are open to interpretation. And he loved it. Loved standing there, pouring the sand on his feet, feeling it stick between his toes. Yep, sometimes rules are meant to be broken.
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