We had a 12:15 soccer game today. The noon-day sun cooked us. After lunch at California Pizza Kitchen, we stumbled home with the boys begging for a game of kick ball. We suggested a nap instead. They said they would rather play kick ball. We decided it was no longer a suggestion and clambered into bed, all four of us. The Mister complained that he felt like the country of Chile, a small strip of land teetering on the edge of the Pacific ocean. I countered that Chile doesn’t normally get to lay flat on its stomach with arms splayed like a martyr.
We all slept and woke up late, just in time for a dinner of dessert.