In yet another reminder of "How Did We Ever Survive Childhood?", I am reminded of the virtues of a good sunscreen.
Growing up, we were seatbeltless in cars and helmetless on bikes, skated and skateboarded without pads, rode in the open backs of pickups, and freely ate and shared peanut butter. And I don't remember sunscreen even being available when I was a kid. Heck, we'd cover ourselves in oil just to hasten the charring of our skin.
Now, of course, we know better.
So we're all grown up now and raise our kids in a different world of helmets and seatbelts and padding and sunscreen. Usually.
Chaco went to a party a couple of days ago. The party was outside at a pool. He came home looking like a ripe tomato.
He spent most of yesterday shuffling around in a shiny covering of various ointments. I felt sorry enough for him to take on his laundry duty for the day. I've also begun referring to him as "The English Patient".
Maybe today will be less lobster-like. Looks like summer has officially arrived.