While putting on Polly’s leash, the other kids lined up at the storm door to prepare for their trip outside. The door isn’t perfectly sealed so cool air comes in on one side and they were definitely enjoying it. This is the time of year–spring and fall, actually–when Fletch will plop his rear onto the grass and refuse to come inside. He loves the cool weather and will verbalize his objections through a song or two before finally coming inside. Some days I have to actually pick him up and bring him inside because he will not stop singing.