They had tried everything already. Skipping rocks on the lake (Will sucked at it), smores by the bonfire (El’s chocolate stained nose ended up getting more attention from Mike than becoming a family moment), hiking on the woods wasn’t the same for them in any way, and spending the evenings watching baseball was not something they enjoyed at all, so Will was running out of ideas until 4th of July arrived.
With brush and gouache in hands, Will knew what they could do.
“Our own tradition,” he told El painting season flowers on her arms. And she loved the idea.