I'm not built for the dog days of summer. It's afternoon and I'm already begging and bribing my kids to come upstairs and out of the heat. I even smuggled in various surprises to lure them back upstairs, knowing just how much they hate to cease their playful sand and pool time.
I don't really mind being outside. I just prefer to be outside under more preferable conditions-- specifically under the coverage of trees with a soft breeze coming off the water. Desert-like exposure to the sun, scorching my soles, doesn't seem conducive to my very pale skin. So when in a tropical climate, I live underneath the beach umbrella in sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat. Oh and these poor kids. It doesn't matter how much I lather them in sunscreen, make them wear swimshirts, force them to wear hats/sunglasses/etc., they still manage to get red and the freckles multiply across their cheeks.
We are that family -- the family that makes their kids wait 20 minutes until the sunscreen soaks into their skin before they go out and definitely before they get in the water. Who does that?
Oh yes, it is necessary. No one ever reads that part of the sunscreen instructions in miniature print on the side of the bottle.
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