It's hot

It's common to hear me say to Rebecca & Mary-Gail during dinner, "It's hot. Blow on it. It's hot." They'll say hot and then make their cutest attempt to blow on their food.

Well, a few days ago we went outside to play. It was a screaming 97 degrees and I was DYING! I said to the girls, "It's hot," and Mary-Gail started to "blow on it."

I laughed at her serious cuteness, and she was fueled by my laughter and kept blowing on the hot air. Silly Mary-Gail. Silly, silly, silly, cute Mary-Gail.