"It's Moving Art!"

It was foggy yesterday morning, wet and almost warm. And the kids were stir-crazy with the encroaching holiday, threatening to mess up the careful balance that is our straightened house. So, with 15 minutes left before departure for school, Mama brilliantly led them outside to run around.

Soon, we found ourselves writing in the dampness on Mama's car: hearts and "I love You," smiley faces for each person in the family, bunnies, the Death Star with intergalactic dogfight, you know, all the important things.

Then they got in and drove off to school. "It's moving art!" Bud called through the open moon roof, pictures all around them.