It is only May and already it’s proving to be another Texas scorcher.  My little one attends a private preschool and this was a rare “free dress” day.  I love the uniforms for two major reasons:  the first is when I was in school, uniforms were not required and I wore the same clothes a lot.  And I got made fun of for that a lot.  Dallas is home, but sadly she is not without her longstanding flaws.  She is a shallow, hypermaterialistic city and in the ’80’s it reached new heights.  The second reason I love school uniforms is that there will be no drama over what to wear.  Here, just put this on; the end.  But however darling the jumpers may be, they are hotter than a, um, well never mind.  They’re hotter than, well they are just extremely hot!  Much like kiddos are expected to play out in freezing temperatures up north, Texas kiddos are expected to go outside and pray the water fountain’s working.  My little one’s teacher snapped this and I loved it.  She doesn’t have my mother’s true red hair, but she sure does look auburn here.  So does her little face, which turns all red exactly like mine does and my mother’s did.  She came home happy despite the heat because I’d dressed her in her a thin, pink shirt with kitty faces on it.  The Dallas born actress Piper Perabo said, “In Texas it’s always hot, dry, sunny, not a cloud in the sky.”  As I ran to hug my little one, red and sweaty from her second recess, she said, “Whew, Mama it’s hot!”  I looked down at her ruddy complexion and then touched her pert little nose as I said,  “As hot as a cat on a hot tin roof.”