章 50: 50. Daddy molds.

"Hah! Daddy wis making nonsense." Shelly points his clay muddied finger at his father, causing myself and Renny to join in his laughter.

"Seriously Daddy, what are you making?" I ask, because even I can't recognize his masterpiece. He keeps saying it will take shape soon, but that has been over thirty minutes now and I'm still not seeing any recognizable shape.

Turns out our date was taking place in an amusement park, but the twins didn't seem so amused about the amusement stuff other kids were amused about.

So we took our time looking around, asking the same question over and over, "Would you like to do this?"... "Woukd you like to do that?" We asked this question every time we came across something we thought they would like, or something their age grade is allowed to partake in, but these kids are something else.

They either want to get on rides they are too short to take or they don't like the ones we're suggesting altogether.