Just play...

Let's just play...

outside in our jammies (or lack thereof) long after we should be dressed,

the piano, even though we both don't really know what we are doing,

through the window when we are separated by glass,

dress up with lots of frills, high heels and a microphone for singing,

dress up while practicing a yoga pose,

an old accordion that Momma found at a garage sale while wearing leopard-print pj bottoms and no top (it was probably tossed aside after a daily breakfast spill),

in an old vintage dress,

 with your sister close by.