But with a thumbs up to their easy happy luxurious unfettered Sunday, did the CWOKs get to play Guess-The-Animal-That-Crawled-Onto-Our-Lawn-This-Morning-And-Died with their 2 and 7-year-old?
"It's a mouse," said my daughter.
"No, it's a puppy," she corrected herself.
"How do you know it's dead?" she demanded.
"Oh, it's alive. It's an animal that doesn't need to breathe," she concluded.
Despite it all, today was one of those brilliant blue late summer days where the sun cuts a golden swath, rendering everything in its path magical, fleeting—including caged animals, rested couples, and tired parents (none of which appear in the picture below, you'll have to take my word for it).