Boing

The better half and I, along with two other couples were sitting out on the deck late last night sipping and visiting. It was 77 degrees and summer perfection. Behind us is our yard, fence, alley, another fence and another family. It's either the uncompassionate local MD or the self-absorbed newspaper reporter who writes for the up the valley paper--but never mind--the enchanting part of the evening was the four kids over the second fence repeatedly bouncing high enough on their trampoline to see over their fence into our yard for a nanosecond at a time. Boing, "Hi!!" Boing, "Hellooo over there..." boing.. "What are you doing???? boing...
I yelled back "visiting with friends!" Boing, "Oh you aren't having a party?" boing.. "We hear your music!" (yes, best of Meatloaf was playing). "No this is just a visit!" "OK" boing.
"We are all friends too, " boing--"Actually we are cousins..." boing. "I live here," boing "And these two are from Spokane." boing. Number four says "I want to be from Spokane but I am actually just from Yakima." Boing.
"Yakima is fine," I yell back.
"Hey are we bothering you guys?" Boing. "Not at all," I say. Boing. "We actually really like kids," I finish.
"You do?" boing. "We will take that to heart," boing, boing, boing, "Yipee."