Wood and games [Chapter 4]

Today, as I cleared the Times magazines from Scout's room, I heard a scuffle down stairs (well, it sounded like one) and I think I heard my name. When I located the children, Scout was coming out of the toilet so I must've been hearing things (Gee, I am getting old...).
Can't wait for Summer again! Summer=An Ice Cold Pitcher of Freshly Made Lemonade. Sigh... I love to watch the droplets of water trickle down the cool surface of the jug, onto the wood, darkening it.
It is still wood, isn't it?
Just darker...
But still wood.
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Summer. That Dill boy's here again. I saw Scout running into the back yard and returning with an old tyre. Probably going to make a tyre swing or something... I whipped up a jug of the good stuff. When I annouced it to the kids, they all hurried to me, looking like they saw Hot Steams, perhaps even got the life sucked out of them. Pale as death. I'm sure my lemonade'll cheer em up! I was right, they started playing some new role-play, never seen it before. All that role playing's sure gonna cause tears in their play clothes. Better get my sewing kit... Now, where are my scissors??