pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

It's been a little breezy here.

Like, "Toto, I 've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." breezy.

We had an evening activity at the park, hoping we wouldn't be scooped up like Dorothy and sent to Oz*.

(My feet are much too big for red sequined pumps.)

Why is the little brother pulling the much bigger brother?

Who knows.

"Mama, my fluff hair is blowing away!"

Yep, still pushing the big brother.

*When I was little, once a year, The Wizard of Oz would come on tv.  It was a huge event for us.  I remember loving it so much. I also remember quietly sobbing to myself at the end, (hoping that no one noticed), because it was just so sad that Dorothy wanted to go home and couldn't!