"But I helped build it last year. And my sand castles are the best."
"I know, son, but your little brother has gotten quite good at building sand castles as well."
The young boy storms off, possibly to plead his case to a more sympathetic ear, his mom, or as she was known around the neighbourhood, Mrs. Media.
The father walks over to the sandbox where a truly amazing creation awaits. A scale replica of the lost city of Atlantis has been carved and shaped by his youngest son - a son who skipped Sand Castle Construction 101 and jumped right to the pros.
As the father nears, the younger boy looks up proudly.
"Look what I did, daddy. I?ve been practicing aaaalllllll summer," said the youngest brother.
"It?s amazing. But you need to include your brother too," said the dad.
"I can do it all by myself."
"That?s not the point. We?re a family and we share the sand castle building in this house."
"But-"
"But nothing, son. Remember the triangle base I showed you how to make? The one that?s the foundation for all your buildings? Well you need your brother for that, don?t you?"
"I guess so."
"And what about the Sandbox Championships? You can?t win that all by yourself."
"I guess not."
The father notices his oldest approaching and motions for him to come over. He sits the two boys down in front of him.
"You and your brother compliment each other."
To the elder boy: "You?re good at the posts and on the insides."
To the youngest: "You?re good at creating on the floor."
To both of them: "Apart you?re both great builders, but together you?re unbeatable."
The two boys nod their heads obediently and begin building together. However, there?s more tension than there used to be and the crowd that forms around them comments on it often, further inciting the boys to fight.
Meanwhile, the father enters the house, gives his wife a kiss and a "we?ll see if that works" kind of shrug and then proceeds to light some incense in preparation for a night of introspective yoga.
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