I just got back from picking Sunny up from school. She was in the office nurse area on a folding chair kicking her legs and resting her bottom lip on her chest. She was drenched from her hair to her upper thighs. I brought dry clothes because the school secretary suggested a complete change of clothing including undergarments and socks. She made it sound like a fun orgy of kinderkids spontaneously and like the summer of love playing in the water and soap with joy.
Sunny's teacher told me that Sunny was the only wet kid to come out of the bathroom and yes that is a large dollop of industrial strength cleanser in Sunny's hair. Mrs. C told the entire class not to play in the water several times. She stressed that in Sunny's case she had been reminded individually several times.
Pat and I went surfing while Sunny was at school. It was my first time in the ocean since July. I saw sea mammals cavorting and my husband soul surfing in the glittery pier waves. A woman twenty years my senior cheered me as I surfed by on my own little wave. Pat likes it how I hold my hands out to the side like I'm descending a staircase in an evening gown. He wanted to get the video camera out of the car.
Now Pat and my Dad are playing tennis and I am babysitting Sunny and her BFF. They are not fighting and that makes me believe in God for sure today.
Oh, and a bunch of other little things all added together.