"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Today the kids drove me buggy. In the heat of the afternoon I'd had enough, so I ordered them outside to go for a walk around the block. Isaiah rode his bike and Charlotte sat happily in the stroller. It was scorching. We passed a neighbor who couldn't believe we were out for a stroll in the heat of the day, so I explained it was the only way to keep us all sane. When we got back from our quick jaunt we had triple brownie ice cream in ice cream cones.

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