We didn’t really do anything special for Labor Day weekend. But you wouldn’t necessarily know that, living with preschoolers. They tend to think that it is pretty special just getting an extra stay-home day, and that getting snow cones deserves its own special song, and that going to a park (that isn’t our neighborhood park or the Y playground) is a pretty big deal (that merits never, EVER leaving). Their enthusiasm is pretty admirable. I mean, do you see the joy Maggie gets from our automatic sprinkler system? I could use a little (er, a lot) more of that kind of joy in my life.
And the snow cones. (lyrics to the song, not included, unfortunately)