Humid Uggghh Days

It's a muggy, sticky sort of day.  It's a day when I want to disregard my to-do list and lay prostrate under the ceiling fan, dreaming of ice cream.  For the little people in the house, it's a different sort of day.  The sun is blazing, heating the tops of their small heads, reddening their still chubby cheeks, making them sweaty and smelly as they gallop around the yard.  Cara is a princess, gardener, best friend to dandelions.  They sing and commune while the steamy air is almost visible.  Scott is a baseball player, power athlete, run-till-you-drop little champion.  The sweat is dripping down his scarlet face.  Play on, little sweet ones!  Time will come when you will want to stay inside in all weather.  Play, dance, run; I won't even mind getting a sticky hug when your frolic with nature is done.