Lucien is going to the centre de loisirs again this summer. Here's what he looked like when I dropped him off yesterday morning --
Here's what he looked like when I picked him up at 6:00 p.m. --
Don't worry, he was not mauled by a wolverine nor viciously doodled upon with a red marker. He came home this nice fluorescent red color thanks to sunburn.
One of the items a child must have in his/her backpack when they attend the centre de loisirs is sunscreen. The children spend a lot of time outdoors, often at parks and wading pools, and if you show up sunscreen-less on a sunny day, you're gonna get a heavy sigh aimed in your general direction. What I didn't realize is the sunscreen is merely a decorative element, as the animateurs apparently have no interest in really using the stuff, even when parked at a wading pool for hours in the hot sun. Maybe they just like to line up the bottles and look at the pretty colors (who can blame them, they're so bright!)
I had a different post planned for today, a long one because I have lots to talk about. But I cannot write an adequate post because my son is wailing in the next room and I am attempting to make a poultice out of some ingredient I've never heard of before but my Peruvian cleaning lady claims is magic. She speaks French with a thick accent, so it will either take the pain out of his sunburn or make his skin burn like a thousand suns, I'm not really clear which.
Please direct all rage about the blog being crap today to the centre de loisirs.
Wish I could hug my red baby, but he'd just yell something like, "ow ow ow ow."
P.S. Lucien came into the room just now and saw me drawing the red parts all over that picture. He asked what I was doing and I said, "I want to show people what you look like right now." He yelled, "I look like that???" and is currently staring at himself in the mirror with great concern. So now not only is he in pain, he is also extremely self-conscious. Gimme a mother award!