We stayed in this morning, out of the heat (already almost 90F at 8 AM) and danced to Tatu (Russian techno from the 1990s) and Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band. I love my children for their taste in dance music.
It makes up for having to watch two episodes of Dora the Explorer every morning on roku (an experience which will, in time, result in my brain slowly leaking out my ears). But hey, I'm even thankful about Dora: she's not a princess or a barbie, she has never mentioned wanting to be married to a handsome prince, and she wears shorts that are orange. Insipid? Yes. As terrifyingly gender stereotyped as some? Thank god. No. I just wish I didn't know the words to all the jingles.