This summer, we have swam more times than I can count, watched more movies than I ever want to admit, ate popcorn for lunch at least once a week (sometimes with a side of cheese!), survived months of 100+ degree heat, and Maxwell has all but conquered nap time. But! I think the best five minutes of Max's summer happened in his Nana's little vegetable garden as he walked around barefoot in eighty degree weather and was allowed to (no! encouraged to!) pick little red tomatoes and drop them into his Nana's skirt.
He had such a good time that he even picked the green ones, just for good measure.