The four boys emerged from the sandpit looking like sand monsters. Sand matted their fair hair and stuck like a second, gritty skin to their bodies and swimming costumes.
Earlier, the three bigger boys had dragged the hosepipe over to the giant sandpit and run water into holes dug into the sand. They burrowed into the resultant mud like baby hippos.
Mom laughed when she saw them. “It’s time to clean up.”
She reappeared with a bucket filled with soapy water. “Get in, Michael, and rinse that sand off. I’ll squirt the rest of you down with the hosepipe.”
This 99-word piece of flash fiction was written for Carrot Ranch Literary Communities weekly flash fiction challenge. You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2019/03/21/march-21-flash-fiction-challenge/
Fun 💜💜
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They had a ball.
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It certainly sounds like they did 🤭💜
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Hi Robbie – your story reminds me of my four little boys and how messy they were. There were many times I had to spray them down with the garden hose!
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I only had two little boys, Barbara, but I always had at least two other children over in the afternoons.
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Yes, all kids want to get into the backyard action. I miss those days – my guys have long outgrown the sandbox and the backyard. But the good thing is our yard is still a magnet for kids, so there’s always something to watch through the window. Thanks for reading and commenting, Robbie.
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Sadly, so have mine, Barbara.
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Definitely a bucket needed!
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Usually more than one, Ritu.
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Yup!
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The joys of childhood, Bet they all tell this story to their children…
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I hope, Violet, that they will also play with their future children in the sand.
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Oh my goodness, I could just see this. AND I have to admit, I have been a sandpit monster my self
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That is wonderful, Annette. There is nothing like playing in mud.
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It is amazing how sand dries to the body. I keep thinking when it is dry it should fall off, but it doesn’t.
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Thanks Frank, no it doesn’t drop off and it is quite strange and unpleasant how it sticks.
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Watching life through the eyes and actions of our little ones–oh, the memories!
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You are right, Bette, they feel wonderful.
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Oh Robbie this brings back so many memories for me! I remember when our property used to flood so my siblings and I went and swam in our field with the horses despite it being 40°F and then went for a roll in the muddy silt – my mom made us all bathe in an empty trash can before we were allowed inside to shower! Great take on the prompt.
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Your childhood sounds a lot like mine. We had a lot of freedom and did lots of fun things. I tried to recreate some of it for my sons which is why we built the giant sandpit. Thanks for sharing your memory.
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That is amazing of you to give that experience to your children as well! Not very many kids get to experience things like that. I truly feel blessed I got to so I plan to do the same for my children as well!
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‘…like baby hippos!’ Great description!
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Thanks Steve, it is very apt.
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As written by someone who has BOYS! I was one once, probably STILL have sand in my hair!
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My boys loved that sandpit and it was so good for them. I used to get right in with them and we made sand aeroplanes and trains and, of course, pirate island. I haven’t even mentioned the cricket breeding project get. It took two years to get rid of them.
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Ha! Great memories and I bet your boys remember it just as fondly!
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Very realistic! Lovely episode, Robbie!
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Thank you, Olga.
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Isn’t it funny that kids don’t mind being covered with sand and yet it drives us crazy as adults.
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When my boys were young, I used to get into the sandpit with them and we made all sorts of sand creations. I didn’t enjoy the mud though. That they did with their friends.
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Kids sure like to get dirty don’t they.
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The boys said, “Mom, wait, can we play for 5 more minutes?”
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They always stayed in so long, Miriam, they were quite blue when I got them out. I always used a warm bucket of water.
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I know, Robbie, when they had fun, that was all mattered to them. Warm water should help.
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What fun they all had. I remember the days!
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Jolly good fun for the mom too, Norah. I love getting into sand and creating cars, aeroplanes and buses.
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I agree, Robbie – great fun!
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Dirt is fun. And add water…(K)
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I agree … lots of water.
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Fun post Robbie. Looks like fun. 😉
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Thank you, Debby. The kids just love it.
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No doubts! 🙂
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You needed an outdoor shower!
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Yes, that would have been a good idea when the boys were younger.
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This was fun!
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Thank you, Jennie. I enjoy playing in sand too.
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I’m so glad you do!
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Ha! Water and sand would be such a gritty mess, hard to resist as a child. I love the baby hippos comparison.
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Thank you, Charli. A fun topic.
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This reminded me of fun days on the beach, Robbie – I miss those days.
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You will get another opportunity one day when you have grandchildren, Teri. My boys have also outgrown sandpits.
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