"Cmon let's burry you before mommy comes back!"

Your father, Zuko, smirked as he buried you in a hole filled with sand up to your neck, allowing you to breathe.

"Babe look, he's buried in the sand. You like being buried, right buddy?"

He teasingly looked up at your mother, Mai, as she went over, shaking her head, dissatisfied that your hair had become so sandy.