Author's note: This was inspired by a prompt from fic simplicity; their prompt #8, Leaf Pile.
Prompt 27, Kool-Aid
"Geronimo!" Scott got a running start , bellyflopping into the growing pile of autumn leaves. He threw some high in the air; John giggled as they fell into his blond hair.
Jeff stopped raking, shaking his head. "I'll never get this done."
"Jeff, you know what leaves are really for," Lucille said, stepping outside, carrying a pitcher of red Kool-Aid, baby Gordon perched on one hip. Virgil followed, carrying paper cups.
"Yes, I know." Jeff drank some punch, beckoning his sons to join him.
"Geronimo!" he shouted. He flopped backwards into the pile, his laughing sons falling on him in delight.