It is a little warm on our lovely peninsula this weekend. When I say, "a little warm" I do not mean the mid-80s that many of you consider the definition of warm. Those temperatures are obviously relative to your heat, which hits the 100s plus during your summer. No, I refer to the blazing inferno of 72 degrees fahrenheit (with breeze). Hey, I never said we were heavy weights in the heat department. That's why we life were we do.
But I digress.
Leah came up to me holding a rubber band in her hand and asking me, quite seriously:
Mama, can you please put my hair up in a ponytail? I need you to because Bethany said if I don't have it put up then the back of my neck will suppocate!
She looks at me with her, "Can you believe it?" expression of incredulity. Then she calmly tosses this out as she walks away:
Or worse... the Sahara Desert.