It was a boy, no older than ten. He had bright eyes, a goofy smile, and had just dropped the line he held. 

Sarah kneeled down in front of him as he gazed at her, rubbing his dark-haired head with a small, dirty hand.

"You have a bony butt," he said, but he was still had that goofy smile plastered on his face.

Sarah giggled, hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Are you all right?"