"Robbie," Megan said, distractedly as she finished setting the food on the table. "What did I tell you? Stop playing around and get the food out of the car."
"Okay, okay...." he said, heading toward the car, Toby at his side.
She stood there waiting, next to where Robbie had left the bowl, waiting for him and Toby to return from the car. As she waited, the middle aged woman began to fidgit, as if she was suddenly uncomfortable. Nervous energy grew inside Megan, and she began to wag her butt back and forth.
She suddenly set off, jogging across the field, not at all demonstrating the responsibility she'd mentioned to her son a few moments beforehand.