“Are we there yet?” asked Sally.

“Another forty miles,” said her mother.

David started mimicking Sally. “Are we there yet?” “Are we there yet?”

Doing what brothers do best, picking on sisters, David was still a good brother.

Driving to their grandparent’s farm for a week vacation was the best part of summer for the kids. David loved going so he could ride on the farm vehicles. Grandmother needed help from Sally for baking, and working in the garden, and picking wild blueberries.

Finally reaching their destination, David and Sally could not get out of the car fast enough. Their grandmother was busy giving them hugs.

“My how you children have grown,” said grandpa.  “Looks like we have some good workers for the field,” he chuckled.

Then they carried their luggage in and started putting it away in the drawers in the extra bedroom where they would be staying.

“What are we going to do first?” David asked his grandfather.

“Well we could take a ride out to the corn field or just sit here and visit for a while,” said grandpa.

“Let’s go for a ride,” said David with enthusiasm.

Sally was already busy in the kitchen with her grandmother. The week passed very quickly. Their mother was on her way to pick them up. They did not want to leave.
 
“But wait, we did not get to do everything!” the children cried, as they were getting in the car to go back home.