What do you get when you add together a crazy hot day, three goofy kids, a little body paint, some bubbles, several buckets of water, some light up hula hoops and a swing your hair around and shake it like its your birthday soundtrack (including the likes of Lenny Kravitz, Deee Lite and some Starry Eyed Surprise)?
Why, your own personal Burning Man festival, of course!
We are embracing the heat, people. We are owning it. (That, or we've totally lost our ever loving minds. You be the judge.)
We are the sun. We ARE the Burning Man!
(and, no, I still cannot hula hoop, after all these years. I thought maybe I'd grown out of my awkward phase, but no. No I have not. All three of my spawn can hula just fine though. Clearly they did not inherit my utter lack of rhythm. Must be a recessive gene 🙂