There were clouds, there was heat, there was a two year old and there was, inevitably, somebody who had to poop.
So, away we went to my parent's house around the bend.
The boy creator, the girl explorer, and the baby juggernaut suffer their mama's ideas. I dare say they love it.
The moon slipped perfectly over the sun. The iris and the pupil, unblinking down at their inquisitive earthlings.