“OW! Kim!”
“Well, if you'd quit squirming so much,it wouldn't hurt as much! And where's your mama?”
The young boy fidgeted in his seat, his scraped knee exposed beneath the torn edge of his shorts. Sniffling and pouting slightly,he pointed behind the kneeling redhead.
She glanced over her shoulder to meet a raised dark eyebrow.
“Little Tarzan here decided it would be a good idea to copy a Certain Move he saw a Certain Someone trying out in the backyard yesterday.”
“Aww…sport, I've told you before, you wanna try that stuff, you gotta make sure I'm with you!” A pale hand reached over and ruffled his hair. “How far did you get?”
“The backflip.” He dragged the back of his wrist against his nose. “I landed funny and hurt my knee.”
“I see that! Tell you what…when you're all spruced up, I'll show you how to do some stretching. How's that sound?”
“Yeah!” He resumed his squirming.
Kim closed her eyes and shook her head silently.
These two were definitely going to be the death of her.
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