It's been a long winter. We had a couple of days in March or early April where the huge piles of snow melted, but I think there was only a day or two where we haven't had to wear our winter coats. So, on Tuesday, when the temps hit 50, we seized the opportunity and went outside. Last summer little brother was too little to do anything other than soak up some rays, so when we went outside and I put him on the ground, he really didn't know what to do.
And then the chalk came out. Little brother was a bit of a chalk hoarder, and I think I only had to tell him twice not to stick it in his mouth, but that was obviously after he'd done it at least once.