Holiday Hoops Cotton Candy Scoops

Driveway hoops on a Sunday Funday.

It’s Labor Day weekend with no plans
Three days of chillin’ and grillin’ with the clan.
Hanging out with Daddy and Brother Ty
Video games and finding buckeyes.



Sunday’s for church and stories of Jesus
Los Amigos for lunch will surely please us
Monday is Labor Day. What shall we do?
Gamma requests the Grands' input, too. 



The day was hot, humidity high
brought sweat on the head that began to slide
Down Bubba’s neck and onto his back
He got an itch and asked for a scratch



Shoot a few hoops and make a fastbreak
Take turns in the paint and stand up straight
The basketball goal stands at seven feet tall
The Grands want a bucket, though they’re a bit small.



Bubba dribbles the ball with such precision
To the front of the goal with no apprehension
How do you shoot when you’re just a tot?
Squat down, toss the ball, and try a granny shot.

Sis gets her turn and dribbles around
Listening to the sound of the ball as it pounds.
She takes the shot all the way to the hoop
Sounds of a basket a swish then a swoop. 
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The play continues for a short while
Dribbling, layups, and lots of smiles.
The sun is high. Bright light fills the skies.
The goal’s hard to see. Bubba squints his eyes.



The Grands heard Gam say, “Let’s eat and get a drink.
Gam needs coffee so she can think.”
She suggests whole-grain cereal or a piece of fresh fruit
It’s cool, sweet, and healthy to boot.



They missed the parade. It started too early.
Slow in the morning. Gam’s not in a hurry. 
Sis responds with the standard, “I’m bored.” 
Quiet time’s ending, playtime restored. 



The natives are restless after filling their tummies
YouTube kids start singing, dancing, and humming.
Gamma believes she can’t take one more song
Ninja Kids Ninja Kids all day long.



Carson Park announced a celebration, 
With live music, ice cream, and blow-up attractions.
The flyer reads, ‘Activities until four’
An event the Grands will want to explore.



It’s essential for children to run and play
Releasing energy every day.
They load up the car; excitement abounds
Gamma and the Grands are going to town.



The children think the park has swings
Monkey bars, slides, and other park things.
Horses live there and have so for ages.
Complete with a paddock, race track, and stables.



Turn into the park to hunt for a spot.
Looking for shade, it’s way too hot.
Hop out, wait for Gam, and proceed to the middle
Across the race track ‘hey diddle-diddle”. 



First, it’s the blowups so Sis can jump.
Bubba’s so fiery he can feel his heart thump.
He stays in the shade of the giant balloon.
Sis soars down the slide while Gam listens to tunes.


Not long after bouncing, everyone’s parched.
Off to concessions, they doggedly march. 
The first and last stop is Paradise Snow
Twelve inches of ice ‘ho-ho-ho.’



Sis is the first to choose her flavor
So many to pick from and to savor.
She decides cotton candy is the way to go
Pink is the color, not indigo.  



Bubba’s turn to choose one or the other
Cotton Candy in blue it’s his favorite color
Selections secured, the three take a seat
All ready to relax and prop up their feet.



The first bite is chilly. It’s frosty on the lips
Slides down the throat like a faucet’s cold drip.
It’s more like ice, Gamma thinks, than snow
A flimsy, plastic spoon doesn’t scoop down below.



Forcing the spoon into the cup like a stick
Realizing an ice pick would best do the trick.
Sis makes a sad face and says she can’t taste
The cotton candy goodness she chose to embrace.



Bubba’s is good. Sis gives it a try.
Pink has no flavor. She lets out a sigh.
Gamma gulps down a spoonful and agrees
Blue is much better than pink times three. 



In school, children learn sharing is best
Bubba wants Sis to feel happy and blessed
He shares his blue snow cone with Sis without asking
Friends forever and love everlasting. ​

Nothing's better than a snow cone on a hot, summer's day.