"Do you have a bigger ramp?" Reg asked Evan.
Together they dove into the dark recesses of Evan's garage and found, not a bigger ramp, but several paint cans, hula hoops, tarps, bricks, fishing line, lumber and garden tools of assorted sharpness.
They dragged their haul up to Reg's house and went to work piecing together an obstacle course that terminated in a ramp on the edge of the in ground pool.
Reg and Even admired their handiwork, deciding that a flame jump section might be too much for a first run when a scream pierced through their thoughtful discussion.
"Regina Lysette Smith, what are you - no I don't want to know - get your leotard on and get a move on because we're late for ballet class, AGAIN!"
