Today was 101 degrees. Lovely. If you can imagine functioning in a warm oven with 4 kids then, you can partially appreciate the weather we are having.
"The American Indian Festival is boring" Rocco made it clear that he was not happy with the heat, the lack of food vendors and the number of souvenirs we came home with. We bought a head band with a feather and leather tassel on in. Rocco on the other hand wanted flute of course, a bow and arrow set and a buffalo helmet made out of a brown terrycloth hand towel-something I could probably make myself- and he wanted "Indian clothes". His birthday is in 9 days and I told him I would make him an Indian costume. I don't like saying Indian (my great grandmother was a Native American from what I am told). Rocco seams to think that Indians are kind of like the ones he saw in the Peter Pan movie which of course I told him that they're not.
We never made it to see Horton Hears a Who but, if its going to be 101 again tomorrow, we just might be sitting in the dark smacking down on Popcorn and slurping down fruit punch, all under the silver screen.