the war for beauty cc

Zoe and I went on a walk, sans stroller, in our neighborhood today.  It involved untangling ourselves from the dog's leash a lot, protest and sit-ins at having to stop at cross walks, impromptu lessons in not picking up trash, a conversation with a 5 year old about the letter S which he says stands for Sylvia, as well as Star Wars, and an admonition not to eat the violets.    Then it started to get really hot, and I had to haul her home over my shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.  I was starting to get really hot and sweaty, and the lessons about not picking up trash and cigarette butts were getting me down, so I decided to do a face mask to feel refreshed.  When Zoe gave me a look like, geez yer scary, I explained to her that sometimes we have to fight for beauty.....