I see out of my window...

Two children playing in the garden...riding adjacent swings...their frequencies slightly out of phase. Their mother comes along. It's late. She is asking them to return home. But the playful glee is much powerful for their mother's words to reach them.She is trying to catch hold of them and the playfulness surmounts...they are running away from her...their laugh echoing through the humid weather. But their mother is clever. She is applying reverse psychology. She is walking away...leaving them...letting them have their way until they are exhausted. She is walking away...she is walking away...she is walking away...and the children are following her.