Geography Lesson

Before we took off the for the beach today in Mazatlan, I slathered each kid from head to toe with sunscreen.  I got their legs, thighs, armpits, chins, necks, tops of feet and even behind the neck and ears.  Everywhere the sun might shine. 

I'm super thorough. 

My daughter?  Not so much.

I asked my six year old to put sunscreen on my back for me.  I figured, she's pretty good at art  - why not?  It's just a big white canvas, right?

Huge mistake.

There is now a big red map of Florida on my back.  The gulf of Mexico crosses my shoulder blades mid-way and the Sunshine State extends down the right-hand side of my back.  I'm tempted to have my oldest pinpoint the state capital and draw it on.

I won't be able to wear a tank top for weeks.

Or, if I do, I'll just say I'm a "Dolphins" fan.




I have no one to blame but myself.  I relied on a six year old for thorough coverage.