Day is Done, Gone the Fun

She (our 4-year-old granddaughter) pushed her cousin (our almost-8-year-old grandson) off the drifting pontoon boat first, and then her uncle pretended to return the favor and almost-but-not-quite sent her flying off the edge as well.  She howled as if truly panicked by his shove.  There was more scuttle and mock threats coupled with laughter, and she eventually jumped into the lake on her own with great relish – ker-sploosh!

Meanwhile as the sun dipped below the western horizon, four of us watched the other six (3 adults, 3 kids) swim around the boat.  Eventually the adventurous swimmers crawled up the ladder and wrapped themselves in beach towels so we could continue our evening ride around the lake. 

Once home the revelry shifted to include skateboarding on the deck and hammock swinging.  The grandkids rummaged in the kitchen and discovered sustenance to carry on a bit longer (corn chips and ice cream bars).  At 11:00 I was saturated with so much fun and ready for bed, although the others seemed in high gear and were reluctant to leave.

It is now 11:06; the house is finally quiet.  Day is done, gone the sun…and the fun.  Until the next time.