??Put me down, you big bully.?? Simon said through his laughter.
The other two boys seemed wary and backed away. Joey did as he was asked, he stood Simon in front of him and wrapped his arms around his nephew??s upper chest. Simon leaned into the embrace.
??Will you push us on the roundabout, Uncle Joey???
??Only for a couple of minutes. Your grandma will be calling the police to come and get us if we don??t go back to Uncle Jacob??s soon.??
??Yeah, she probably would.?? Simon broke from Joey??s tight hug and raced to the wooden roundabout, the other boys following along behind.
??Come on, Uncle Joey, we haven??t got long!?? Simon said, once he and his friends had situated themselves.
??Cheeky bugger,?? Joey said, breaking out into a jog.
??Make it go faster. Come on, put some welly into it!?? Simon screeched.
The roundabout was going fast enough for Joey??s liking. But he thought he??d better comply.