Look! Up in the sky! Is that what I think it is Mama? It is the sun, it is! Let's not squander this miracle. We must begin our worship rituals at once!
First we do the dance of the beaten up push car. Amaya will assume the seated princess role while Chase becomes the serf who pushes her to and fro. To and fro means into the fence and piles of leftover snow.
We must also offer drawings to the sun. Chase decided a row of H's to represent a heat wave would be appropriate.
Amaya agreed, but thought the presentation could use a bit more of her favorite color--equal opportunity obsequiousness.
I sure hope all of this homage paying means that we'll have a few more days where we can venture out without needing those extra 7 pounds of outerwear in order to create some semblance of warmth. Maybe we'd better draw one more picture, just to be on the safe side.
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