He giggled as the jawbreaker moved from one part of his cheek to the other.
"Do you really think that thing in your mouth tastes good?"
"Same as a sucker," he said. "Do you want?" He pulled it out of his mouth. The jawbreaker was coruscating with saliva. It was like a gleaming moon.
"Gee, thanks, but I'm on a diet. That is just too lovely but it would be all the more so back in your mouth."
"Okay."
When they arrived she attached mouse to a stick stake that she wedged deep into the sand. Anywhere her boy wanted to roam he took her with him because the two were shackled to each other. Running around with the feel of wet sand plastering into the crevices of his toes in its grounded rock and mud texture she could again see that sense of awe and wonder that he had had when he was three. They began to twirl each other around and the two of them fell down like dizzy drunks. As she sat up she noticed that her son was staring directly at the sun.
"Adagio, don't look at the sun like that."
"Why?" He turned to her. He was still wearing his tissue paper and wire sunglasses just like the cat.
"Why? Because you don't want to be blind!"
"How can it blind me. It is the sun."