"Well I certainly hope you don't take after your brother. He was never one to set a very good example," said Mom.
"Serves him right for running around and not telling us where he is. We're going to Rockhill Park to take advantage of this beautiful day before the rains come. Go get the kite Billy," said Dad. Billy dashed out of the room.
"We should at least call for the boy dear, before we just leave him," pleaded Mom.
"The boy knew our plans for today so if he'd rather spend it running around with his friends then just let him," Dad insisted. "Serves the boy right. He's gonna miss eating at his favorite restaurant."

"Monkey Meal Emporium?" shouted Billy, running into the room with a huge red kite over his head.
"You guessed it. And today's All-You-Can-Eat Cheesecake Day!" Dad gleefully announced.
Billy's face lit up. "Cheesecake!"
Mom stood on the porch and called out, "Peter!"
"Peter!"

Out in the yard Billy's older brother could faintly hear his name being called. At first he thought "Why are Mom and Dad home so early?". Then, realizing the sneaky fun of the situation, he smiled and waited for her voice to fade. "She's given up. Cool. This is a great hiding place. I'll have to figure out a way to bury myself next time, then it will be my perfect little get-away." The ground was slowly warming up around Peter's body. It was so comfortable he was having difficulty staying awake. He closed his eyes and started to let his mind go exploring.
Three faint door slams could be heard, then the slight rumble of an engine starting. A bug tickled Peter's ear. He felt an unscratchable itch on the bottom of his foot, but it soon 'went away'. Peter was wrapped in Mother Nature's womb. He was perfectly mummified. He was comfortable. He was happy.

Mom sat on a blanket in the park. Billy and Dad flew the beautiful red kite high into the air. It soared high above the trees and even the birds. Billy wondered if the kite could see his house from way up there. Maybe it could look down and see the dirt mound in his backyard. "Oh check the time!" thought Billy, as he quickly glanced at the watch. The numbers still read all zeros. Billy wondered if something was wrong with the watch. "Why wasn't it ten o'clock yet? Oh NO, if I broke Peter's watch he's gonna kill me," worried Billy. He knew how much Peter loved that watch.
Dad jerked the kite string from Billy's hand. "If you're not gonna pay attention, you're gonna get the string tangled in the trees. Here, let me show you how to fly it. I was really good at this back in my day."

Hours passed. The beautiful sky darkened as the afternoon waned.
"Looks like it's gonna storm Honey, better get the kite down. You're scaring me." Billy noticed that Mom always seemed like the first one to call a stop to any fun the boys ever had. Dad would usually let them play until they got hurt, then he would yell at them for being stupid. "Well Billy my boy, appears we've overstayed our welcome. Let's gather up the stuff and head back to the car," suggested Dad. "The sky's 'bout to bust wide open and we don't wanna be standing here when it does."
Billy had been having so much fun he had forgotten about the time. "Dad, what time is it?
"Oh it's about 4:30. You getting hungry?" asked Dad.
"Um, yeh."
Billy was so relieved to hear it wasn't past ten o'clock yet.
"I was wondrin' if you could look at my watch. I think something's wrong with it."
"Sure, lemme see here." Dad took the watch from Billy's wrist.
"Isn't this your brother's watch?"
"Yeh, but he let me wear it today," replied Billy. Dad fiddled with it for a few moments.
It beeped a few times. "Seems to work fine. Let's get moving if we're going to beat this rain."

Billy put the watch back on. It now read 4:27. "Whew," he sighed, "still have one, two, three, four, um, five, six more hours to go."
They all climbed into the car and buckled up.
"Are you ready for…(Mom made a drum roll sound)…Monkey Meal Emporium?" said Mom, smiling into the visor mirror.
Billy shouted with delight.
"Then let's go get that cheesecake!" Dad ordered with a thrust of his fist, and the car pulled away, as large water droplets exploded like fireworks on the windshield.

Little Billy hadn't given pause to consider how this thunderstorm might affect his subterranean sibling.

Cheesecake demanded his full attention.