AN: Betty is about 6 in this
"Daddy"Betty called to the genius who was already setting his towel down and kicking off his sandy flip flops, ready to head straight to the water. "Fluffy"Mitch called him again, drawing him back to the large blanket they'd set up.
When Jerome turned, Mitch was waving a bottle of sunscreen at him. "Can you get my back?" Mitch asked with a pout.
"Seriously?"Jerome rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose before grabbing the bottle. "Do you know how hard it is to get sunscreen out of fur?"
Mitch scoffed, "I don't care I've got snow biome skin, and I burn like a lobster! Don't miss anything."
Jerome lathered the lotion on Mitchs's back, making sure to get every spot he could reach with the lotion. When he was finished he recapped the bottle. "Daddy Papa come on"Betty said "Race you to the water!"She ftacking of to the water giggling
The lotion he'd bought was water proof, so Mitch quickly pulled off his shirt and raced betty into the water, laughing all the way. Apparently, the lotion wasn't waterproof enough, because by the end of their long day at the beach, Mitch returned to the car red as a fire engine, despite several layers of sunscreen reapplied throughout the day.
Getting into the car, Mitch hissed, Betty looked on sympathetically.
"Don't say anything," Mitch glared at Jerome as he started the car. From the passenger seat, Jerome closed his mouth, all jokes about lobsters falling short.
"Not a word,"Jerome said with a grin, settling back as they drove home.