Perfect weather for a lazy Sunday: 75 degrees, a cool sun and magnolia petals sweetening the south breeze.
My rhododendrons woke a month early, luring worker bees with pink fireballs.
The bumbles made Pigtails a tad nervous, you can see it in her eyes. Hurry up and take the bloody picture dad, the bees are coming.
After church, we grabbed her good friend T., a bubble wand from the dollar store and 26 plates of CiCi's Pizza. Then we parked it for 2 hours of tire swings, bubbles and ducks.
We like to play the name game. The girls decided to call me Tina today. They kept giggling and yelling, "Hey Tina, come over here and push us. I'm thirsty Tina, did you bring any water Tina?"
I called them both Bucky, they squealed every time.
She laughs now, but will Pigtails be repulsed when I still play "Skeletor, the upside down monkey-like superhero" when she's 14?
A bubble-pop directly to the eyeball smarts. Those dollar store bubbles must be a mix of Palmolive, sulphuric acid, and, by the smell of things, pickle juice. We came up with our own version of Fruit Ninja, bubbles in place of bananas and plastic wands for swords.
A couple of random boys from the playground joined us for Frisbee. Quickly turned into boys against girls keep-away. I was on the boys' side, we won.
Unloaded a filthy sack of moldy bread on a pile of geese and ducks. They were reluctant to nibble on it. I don't blame them, would you eat crusty provisions sprouting blue hair?
When the birds ignore you and all else fails, hold up the bread and scream HERE DUCKY, NOW!
The phrase of the day was uttered by her friend. As we were piling into the hot car after a couple hours of playing, she said: "Can we get some water now? I'm hot and have sweaty cheeks. We all have sweaty cheeks."