"Mihail, catch the ball!"
The little boy ran around on his short legs, jumping and laughing just as any child of his age. His mother was seated under the parasol protecting her from the afternoon son while the nanny brought the refreshment to the table.
It was like the ideal picture of the happy family outing.
"You are too slow, you ball of bacon! You will grow a beard before you get to the other side of the field!" The six-year-old girl made fun of him.
"Jaya, don't tease him… Mihail has a lot of baby fat which only makes him much cuter. Do you want some strawberries?" His mother asked and put the fruit into his small mouth. It was sweet and delicious, but he loved his mother's kiss more than the natural juice touched by the skin.