Tuesday, May 29, 2012

zeal.

my nephew was out the backdoor playing barefoot in the grass and came in blowing a dandelion.
i told him that when he blew on dandelions he was planting seeds so that more could grow. 

he went back outside.

a few minutes later i went to check on him and he was sprinting in circles around the building as fast as he could, blowing on a dandelion as hard as his lungs would let him. 
(that red streak on his cheek is lipstick..i'm quite a babysitter)