Quarantine Day 135. Sunshine topped out at 99 degrees. Handfuls of kids dropped in to fight for the throne of Pool King, fueled by potato chips and ice pops. We picked 34 beans from our little attempt at a Zombie Apocalypse garden, and even though green is their favorite color they WILL NOT EAT IT. An agreement was made that we should get a kitten named Claws and then another agreement was made that we should go get ice cream. Three sticky little boys counted chickens, horses, swans, ducks and muskrat but couldn’t say Toulouse Goose with a straight face. They sat on a rock wall watching the sunset fall over their hometown and then practiced more backfloats while arguing whether the moon was half or quarter. One kid asleep on the top bunk with Kermit, one kid on the bottom bunk with Gonzo, one kid negotiating an extra half hour of Fortnite.