2. I don't like to sweat.
3. I get sunburns.
4. Little boys everywhere want to be my best friend.
What month is this? Because it feels like the middle of freakin' August 'round here lately. It's all like 88 degrees and one million percent humidity and hazy and gross. More Spring, please?
Anyway, earlier, Claire looked at me with her sly little smile and pent-up energy and sweetly asked if we could go to the park today. I told her we'd see, dropped Luke off at school, came back home for a bit, had some lunch, and then she asked again. And again.
Claire: Can we go to the park, Mom? Can we go to the park? Please, can we go to the park?
Me: But it's hot outside. Wouldn't you rather go to Target instead?
Claire: No, the park. I like hotness.
So we went to the park. It was hot. A picture to commemorate the hotness:
It's hard work conducting a train.
Also, I have a problem. It's called toddler/preschool boy magnetism. Seriously, they flock to me like seagulls. I don't have to initiate conversation. Just most times, little guys either amble over to me and gawk, blow kisses, and smile....or they talk my freakin' ear off. Today was no exception. In the gazebo, we met a friend named Aaron. He's three. Aaron and I talked with great enthusiasm about how there's a river under the grass, dungeons, monsters, monster suits, electricity, "the edge" (not sure what the hell he was talking about with the edge business, but it was a little frightening) his sun hat, what he wears to the beach, etc, etc, etc. I was beginning to sense that poor Claire was feeling left out - or was it that I thought she should take her turn and absorb some of the chatter and give mom a break? - so I forced her into the conversation. "Hey, Aaron, ya know Claire's gonna be three on Saturday! Blah blah blah." Well, those two. Let's just say, each of them had a loud and excitable conversation....at the same time....about two completely different things.
Claire and Aaron. I was so sad that he'd moved on to a younger chica.
So, after like a half hour (it's a good thing I'm a not a predator or something, or some kind of child-brainwasher) Aaron's mom finally came over to check on him. She told me I looked familiar to her (I did not feel the same)...we exchanged names...where she might know me from....still no connection. I told her it was probably from internet porn. Which resulted in an uncomfortable laugh. I should have known better. She looked kinda crunchy and likely substitutes granola for humor. Though I did like her wooden owl necklace.
So, in conclusion,
1. I am a 2. I don't like to sweat.
3. I didn't get sunburned!
4. Little boys everywhere want to be my best friend.
5. Not everybody shares my humor.
The end.
