Dad, no, not you too!

“Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back…”

Cleo has decided she doesn’t like this streaking tradition at all. Come on, Mom and Dad, you knew what time we were coming back.

Cyril and I chose the long way back home. We took this opportunity to chat, about this and that.  

Mainly, I take this time just between the two of us to try to have a bit of a heart to heart, to tell him how much I enjoyed spending the day with him, and how happy I am we’ve had such a great time together.

Keyword is “try”. The kid is still a teenager, and he goes into “gosh-Hannah-you’re-so-embarrassing” mode pretty quickly.

Cheers for the awesome day out! It really was perfect. I enjoy nothing more than sunny weather, and today was the hottest and brightest day of the whole summer.

Once mom is dressed again, I go find her at the park behind our house. She produces a horn out of nowhere — because she does that — and I cheer along.

I also wonder how many Cosmos she’s had. Either that or she’s trying to distract me from the handsome neighbor walking around in the outfit he was born in.

“And there was a band, and the singer winked at Cyril, and you should have seen him blush! But the best part was the confetti run…”

“That does sound really fun! Around here everybody has just been walking around naked.”