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Cabin Fever Cured…

While most of the country is getting ready to go inside their homes to hunker down for the winter, us Floridians are coming out of our summer hibernation. When the temperature hovers around 98 degrees with 100% humidity, you stay inside for 4 months  eating popsicles for dinner in your underwear.

It was 75 degrees today so EVERYONE was outside. I felt giddy, oh so giddy!

We decided to go to the park:

This is the first photo of us in 5 months that we aren't sweating.
This is the first photo of us in 5 months that we aren't sweating.

I noticed Nate was staring at a sculpture in the park. It was 2 boys flying a kite.

“Mommy? Are those boys real?”

“No, Nate…that’s a sculpture.”

“What’s a scupchool?”

“A ssscuullptchure” I sounded out.

“Yeah, does that mean pretend boys?”

“It can be, Nate. A sculpture is a piece of art that an artist makes.”

“Like my drawing of Darf Lader fighting Luke with his Light Saver?”

“No, not like that. A sculpture is when an artist takes material like stone, bronze or….Nate? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to see if those boys are real…”

Nate stalked the sculpture for 10 minutes before he got the nerve to touch it.
Nate stalked the sculpture for 10 minutes before he got the nerve to touch it.
He was spellbound. He nervously explored every inch of these two, expecting them to turn around and yell, "Gottcha!" at any minute.
He was spellbound. He nervously explored every inch of these two, expecting them to turn around and yell, "Gottcha!" at any minute.

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When Nate was finally satisfied that these boys were indeed, "pretend", he decided to become one of them.
When Nate was finally satisfied that these boys were indeed, "pretend", he decided to become one of them.

The only thing that got his attention away from this sculpture was this really cool swing:

Uncle Scott pushed the kids. (Paige, Nate and Hope)
Uncle Scott pushed the kids. (Paige, Nate and Hope)

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Aunt Melody pushed me and Zeke...
Aunt Melody pushed me and Zeke...
and then she pushed Mark just to the edge of a heart attack.
and then she pushed Mark just to the edge of a heart attack.

We all felt like newly paroled prisoners…”WE’RE OUT! WE’RE OUT!”  We laughed and sang and ran around a field of flowers in slow motion. This is our season…the reason we all moved to FL and endure the sweltering summers. So we can call all our out-of-state friends and relatives when they’re buried under a mountain of ice and snow and say, “It’s a balmy 72 degrees here today!”

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