Sandbox Cars

Spring in New England and it is cold. We went to the playground and I thought activities would keep us warm. But instead, the pull of the sandbox was too strong. The wind was whipping. Shovels of sand were thrown up in the air, then caught by the whipping wind, and then the stinging sand was blown in my face. I pointed to the swings and the slides. I begged to leave the sandbox but the more I begged the more he wanted to stay and play.