Wednesday, August 1, 2012

106-Degree Art

Baby, it's hot outside. It's sunny. It's pretty... when you're looking out the windows from an air-conditioned space... but when you're 3 1/2 or 15 months, you don't feel that heat, you feel the need to be out.

Some days, Mama says no and that's the end of it (because sometimes, Mama doesn't feel like broiling).

Other days, we strip to our skivvies, grab some washable paints, and squeeze into the dwindling shaded space on the back porch for some art... even if it is 106 degrees and almost breezeless.

Some of us mind. Some of us don't.