"I forgot hats," she sighed. "They had a pair of lovely white hats that were beaded with little pearls and had a little ruffle for a brim. I should have just gotten them. I don't know why i forgot hats. Or a baby sunscreen." She sighed, frustrated. Maybe you and Jack would nip back to the shop for me and pick them up, please? And anything else I forgot? I hate to ask, but I am new with the babies at the beach thing. You know the store. Its the one we keep going to."
She looked up at Michael. "I'd love to go with you, but I don't think I can get up." He laughed.
"Babies in the way already?" he held out his hand to her and his other hand to Jess. "Come on, Ladies, let me give you a hand." Khaat took his hand with her good one and he pulled her to her feet.
"Thank you," she said, grateful. "My sarong? Do you mind?" she asked him.
"No, not at all," he said. He drew his wand out of his elegantly tailored suit jacket and flicked the wand at her sarong, changing it back from a beach towel into her beautiful, flowing sarong. He levitated it to her, and she shook the sand out of it and tied it around her. "Shall we go in?" he asked. Khaat nodded, motioning to Jess.
When they got into the house, Robert was talking about dicing the lobster and mixing it with celery and mayonaise and putting the chilled salad in between two toasted baguette halves.
"Daddy," Khaat laughed, "Stop. Change him back. Enough is enough."
"Oh, I suppose." Robert opened the fridge door and took the lobster out of the pan of water. "Jack, how do you get yourself into these things?" He drew out his wand and flicked it, reciting a spell with it, and in a moment, instead of having hold of a lobster, he had hold of Jack by his ear. "The urge to pinch someone should wear off in a moment," Robert told him. "But perhaps I should hold onto your ear until it passes. Or shall I trust you instead?"
"I'll go change, Michael," Khaat said, going upstairs.