Have I mentioned I love Summer time?
And my girls, like any pint sized ragamuffins, love it too.
So I smother them with sunscreen, and then douse them with OFF! and away we go.
That’s my verbal interpretation of a swing.
Nail biting times.
And like all good little children, my girls brought home buckets of sand.
Primarily in their hair.
I still love Summer.
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