We’ve just been goofing off the last couple days. Riding around. Playing a little basketball. Skipping stones at the creek. We even did little-kid stuff at the park. Swings. Seesaw. At one point I found myself standing at the bottom of the sliding-board ladder. I was third in line, staring down at the head tops of two little preschool runts. That’s how bad summer can get. You wonder why you were so thrilled back on the first day.
“Bor-ing,” said Burke.
“That’s the last sliding-board line I’ll ever stand in in my life, if I live to be a thousand,” I said.
“I miss Bump,” said Burke.
“I miss Soop,” said Nacho.
“You know what we are?” I said.
“What?” said Nacho.
“Goober addicts.”