Cool Breeze

On our way to meet Meg and Baby Julian for lunch, William's carseat was on the sunny side of the car. He kept chanting something that took awhile for me to understand, "Sun. Eyes....Sun. Eyes....Sun. Eyes." I looked back and he was covering his eyes, so I asked if he needed sunglasses. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!". I didn't have any in the car, but Nang's Dad lent him a pair after pho this morning.