Slowly they inch down the side of the stairs. Their mood brightens and I am reminded that play can happen anywhere. These are ugly grey steps to me, to them they are a challenge and an inspiration. "Look, I'm a ballerina "says my little one pointing her toes. "Let's go all the way to the car without touching the hot lava," adds my first grader.
Ah, hot lava, I love avoiding hot lava.