Medina giggled and chased the soccer ball. Again.
Looking up from where he manned the grill, Peter gave a nostalgic smile and rotated a bratwurst. “My younger cousin used to do the same thing. Chase the ball, then sit on it and hide it with her skirts. Until she got up, no one knew where the ball had gone.” He shut the grill’s lid and sniffed appreciatively. “Made it hard to play footie.”
“I think she just wants to make it pop out from underneath her so she can giggle about landing on the grass,” June said dryly. “And chase it.
And oh dear, I’m out of time! Well, two-year old Medina is quite intrigued with that growling pile of compost, but June and Peter are quite alarmed…perhaps it just wants to enjoy a brat as well? Apologies to TA Leederman, whose prompt I did not do justice, but go check out the rest over at MOTE!
