“Vroooooom.” I had my tiny little sneaker in my hand in my flashback, pushing it through the sand like a snowplow. “You want to use my other shoe, Angel?”
“No. That’s okay.” Angel just used his hand.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” Hannah said.
“So, what else is new?” Alexis was quite the wit at age five.
“Who cares?” I was a comeback genius, one year older.
“No shoes off in the sandbox!” Miss Mahon had said it at least a hundred times. The rule never made any sense to me. Eventually, the shoes had to come off anyway, to dump the sand that got in them back into the sandbox before we returned to the classroom. Why not save a step?
“Vrooom…” I drove two vehicles now, a snow plow and a dune buggy.
“If you have to sit inside for recess tomorrow,” Hannah complained, “we won’t be able t
