Yesterday, Reimer's Ranch, 2:00 PM:
"I don't sunburn."
Sure you don't want some sunscreen? It's just SPF 15, it's like nothing.
"I don't sunburn."
OK. Let's go in the water. Nice.
Let's lay next to the water. Really, you don't want sunscreen?
"No. Really. I don't burn."
In and out of the water. On the sand. Ninety-five degrees. No shade.
"I don't sunburn."
Let's fall asleep for an hour and wake up when we get rained on. Oh.
Let's drive back to Austin, exclaiming the whole way that Sooz maybe shouldn't have fallen asleep for two hours since she's now lobster red.
Husband says, "Good thing I don't sunburn."
Later that night, I say, hey, you're looking pretty pink and your skin's rather dry. Would you like some lotion?
"Sure. It's not sunburn, though."
I know.
"Hey, that lotion tingles. No, burns. OW OW OW."
Not sunburned? Want aloe anyway?
"Yes."
Aloe applied, skin now hot to the touch, the man says:
"It appears I may have a bit of a burn."
