Since Phoenix hates being cold almost as much as he hates heavy winter clothing, we've been fresh-air-free for months. Florida was the perfect remedy. P was particularly pleased that he could choose to exit the house (through the doggy door) whenever he wanted rather than being separated from freedom by 3 locked doors and a couple flights of stairs.
One day he grabbed Woody (from Disney) and BB and plopped them in a stroller we had borrowed. He pulled his princess hat down to block the sun and traipsed off towards a shady spot (video below). The shady trees we climbed had all manner of bugs and he was extremely tempted to squash them - asking if that was ok. "Just one bug? It ok mama. It can just go on to its next life." This from the kid who had been upset his grandparents were eating meat for dinner the night before :) Then we built a lean-to for Baby Brother, chaffing him that he would spend the night down by the alligators. (In addition to taunting BB, sticks are a sure thing. The 6 year old that lives below us has a stick collection by the stoop that would rival some of my father's burn piles and P is apparently inspired.)
We also spent time looking for alligators in the ranch's ponds. My mother drove us around and teased us about getting too close just as we teased BB about being eaten. Trackers we are not, so we eventually just enjoyed the birds, the air ("it phmells good mama"), and our pistachios (that P is slightly allergic to but was determined to eat nonetheless.)
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