Digging

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Dad has been taking you guys to the park whilst I cook dinner.

Whilst Toot and Dad have races you busy yourself in your constructions.

Wriggling your fingers into the sand you quickly start to sculpt.

Soon you have a small mound.

You start chatting away to whomever lives there.

Again lost in your world.

You call me over.

You have made a pyramid.

A castle you tell me.

And then you go back into your world.

Chatting away.

Lost in your digging.