Oh how I love summer. Mostly because the girls never have to wear clothes to play outside.
We watched Ruthie’s friend the other day and it was a sight to behold. It was like watching an old married couple. Paxton’s head would be down coloring and Ruthie would sit next to him and start talking. Then I’d hear, “Paxton, I’m talking. Paxton, I’m TALKING!” with her head bent down in front of his. Paxton never looked up. 
Eventually they found a corner behind a chair that was their “house”. I’m sure Paxton just went along to shut her up.
At the end, they were watching a show on the couch together. Ruthie was sitting puffed up like Big Bertha next to him, while he looked beaten down and submissive at her side, his vigor for life all but gone. 

Then Annie crawled around the corner. And smiled.

Paxton’s eyes and entire body lit up. He sat at the edge of the couch, gazing at her. It was kind of sad, actually. There’s Ruthie picking her nose, zoned out to Winnie the Pooh never knowing that she lost him. 

Sigh.