Smoke in the Yard

Michael came to me yesterday afternoon very concerned that there was smoke in the yard and I needed to go see right away.  We got out there and he said, “See mom, it’s coming out of you too!”  It was our breath that he was talking about.  It was cold enough out that we could see our breath and he was sure there was smoke in the yard because he did not realize that it was coming from his mouth.  We took a couple minutes and talked about our breath being warm and hitting the cold air and making what looks like smoke.  He then took some time to blow the air out of his mouth to make more smoke.  “Cool,” he says.  No pun intended:)

P.S. I am so sick of the rain and the water everywhere!


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