“Good thing I already coated you in sunscreen,” she mumbled under her breath. She leaned against the door of the house and watched him as he shuffled in the sand, dragging his feet and making trail marks before falling to his knees to cover his legs in the sand. “Weird kid,” she grimaced.
She turned to see Ollie stumbling in her direction, “good morning, Olivia Rosamunde. How was your sleep?”
“Max and Daddy woke me up,” she moaned as she shoved her nose into her mother’s midriff. “I’m still tired.”
Bobbie studied her face and then moved her hair around to look at her head wound, “do you have a headache at all?”
“A little bit,” she whined and looked at Max in the sand. “Can I play in the sand?”
“You can but I’d like for you to get out of your pjs first and then for you to wear the hat
