As I'm straightening the kitchen, I move some ripe peaches to the middle of the counter so that we'll eat them pronto. A few minutes later I notice a puddle of juice under them.
"What happened to the peaches," I ask a nearby child known here as Nameless.
"Well...I bounced them up and down. Boom, boom, boom," Nameless informs me. "Kinda like that."
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