I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry…
“Can you even believe we’re related to them?”
I watched my parents run around the front yard with squirt bottles. They dodged and swerved the streams as they tried to get each other wet.
“They’re like a couple of children out there!” my sister whined. “What if someone we know drives by and sees them?”
I sighed. Did it really matter? “Look at them,” I said. “They’re having fun. Who cares?”
“I do,” she snapped. “They’re embarrassing.”
Their laughter echoed in my ears. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Where are you going?” my sister asked.
“To get a squirt bottle.”
This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt appears in italics.