Today as I approached the school to pick up the boys, I could see Finn was lying facedown on the concrete.
He didn't seem to be crying, but I picked up the pace a little. Did I mention he came home sick one day each week for the last two weeks? So I wasn't sure what was happening with the lying on the concrete thing. Did he fall? Is he feeling sick? A meltdown?
As I got closer, I could see his pants were pulled up well over his knees.
Me: Finn! What are you doing? Why are you lying on the sidewalk?
Finn: I'm suntanning!
Me: The Irish don't suntan son. Please cover yourself immediately before you're vaporized.
Cue hysterical laughing from the other mothers.