It's a beautiful morning. The thermometer on my deck says it's only 70 degrees - the real heat of the day has not set in yet. I open the door from the kitchen to the deck to get some fresh air inside while I make coffee.
Then Will comes in, all happy and bouncy. I scoop him up and walk outside with him, and in my best, soft-whispery, sing-song Mommy voice I say:
"Look at this beauuutiful morning! Take a deep breath. [I take a deep breath.] The air is fresh and cool. The golden sun is shining through the trees. There's a small breeze. All is still and quiet except for a few birds in the distance. Isn't it lovely?"
And Will whispers back, "Yeah. Can I go back in now?"
Sigh ... Oh well.
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