"Christine, let me put some sunscreen on you. I don't want you to get a sunburn." Brennan got the sunscreen for children out of her bag.
"Mommy, that stuff smells yucky and it's sticky. I don't want it on me." Christine stuck out her lip and stamped her foot in the sand.
"Exposure to the sun's rays is detrimental to people like you and me who have less melanin than other people. Remember how much it hurt when you got too much sun exposure at Michael-Vincent's house?" Brennan rubbed sunscreen on her daughter, who began to wail loudly.
"Stop, Mommy! I hate it! I don't want any more!" Christine tried to pull away.
Booth sat up from where he was laying on the beach chair. "Christine, if you're going to act like that when Mommy puts sunscreen on you, we'll have to go home, and I won't get to make a sand castle. I'll be very sad. I've been looking forward to making a sand castle all week."
Christine crossed her arms across her chest and pouted a little bit more. She looked just like Bones did when she was being stubborn. Booth gave Bones a quick wink.
"Well, Mommy, better pack up everything. Too bad we can't have fun because Christine doesn't like sunscreen. Poor Daddy. No sand castle…." Booth pretended to pout.
Brennan shook her head. "Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Joey. Christine isn't cooperating. Let's go home."
Christine watched as her parents gathered all their belongings and her little brother so they could go home. "Wait, Mommy. If I wear sunscreen, can we stay? I want to play in the sand with Daddy."
"I don't know. Can you behave more appropriately, Christine?"
"Yes. I promise. Can we please stay?"
"Okay." Her daddy smiled. "We can stay. Go find a place for the castle."