Wheeling Gull Isle we sing, “look at all this love we’ve found”

SLAMS my fists on this post excitedly

The child still had red-pink stains on her mouth from lunch when Daddy called her and her brothers forth. She is greeted with an array of iridescent shells, all ones she herself had brought home as gifts, and the grin spreads like a vine up chubby little cheeks. 
She bounds over with a level of innocent glee only a pup her age could have, and being the polite sister she is, she waits for her siblings — as badly as she wanted to flip all of them over herself.  
Although, she would make a demand that ladies go first once the boys catch up.