Golden Glade Sand is what we're really made of

Kieran grinned sleepily at his father, repeating his previous words, ones that seemed to please the adults. "Maaaaammmmaaaa! Daaaaaaaaaddddaaaaa!" He leapt to his feet and started to prance around, though still sticking close to his mother's warm body. "Mama, dada, mama daddaaaa!" He yapped, though it was soon replaced by a yawn. The boy soon lay down again, though the curious smell was tempting. He was about to sniff it and perhaps taste it but he was crushed by something that could only be his sister. Scowling, he let out the most ferocious growl he could muster (though in reality it was no more than a grumpy yelp). "STAAAAP SOWWELLLL!"