My Weekend*A May day in all those years before, I'm looking out the window, yelling "yea! 50 degrees Fahrenheit!". Mary joins me as I scream and she starts chanting, "Ice cream!". As funny as it is, that's how May days in my young years were like, Mom yelling, "it's so warm, Jack, hand me a margarita!".
-Kate, Age 7
*Excerpt from Kate's daily school diary, turned in to her second grade teacher on a May Monday
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