Summer.
A woman starts a lawn mower and it spews blue-gray fumes for a minute. She then proceeds to mow the lawn.
Her child runs around the porch, yelling into a homemade megaphone. A few minutes later, he grabs a fishing pole and climbs down from the lawn to the jagged rocks, exposed near low tide. He stands on the rocks, casting the rod over and over again unskillfully. One time he hits himself.
A few minutes later, he catches something. He stands on the rocks yelling in a screechy, high-pitched voice, "Mom! Mom! Look! Look what I caught!" She can't hear him over the noise of the lawn mower. "Mom, look! Mom!" he repeats. In a span of two minutes he probably says “mom” about fifty times. Finally, she notices him, says the obligatory, "Wow, it's a big one," and returns to mowing the lawn.
Satisfied to have his catch validated, the child releases the fish and heads back into the house.
A woman starts a lawn mower and it spews blue-gray fumes for a minute. She then proceeds to mow the lawn.
Her child runs around the porch, yelling into a homemade megaphone. A few minutes later, he grabs a fishing pole and climbs down from the lawn to the jagged rocks, exposed near low tide. He stands on the rocks, casting the rod over and over again unskillfully. One time he hits himself.
A few minutes later, he catches something. He stands on the rocks yelling in a screechy, high-pitched voice, "Mom! Mom! Look! Look what I caught!" She can't hear him over the noise of the lawn mower. "Mom, look! Mom!" he repeats. In a span of two minutes he probably says “mom” about fifty times. Finally, she notices him, says the obligatory, "Wow, it's a big one," and returns to mowing the lawn.
Satisfied to have his catch validated, the child releases the fish and heads back into the house.