We’ve been having a heat wave for as long as I can remember…well, maybe not quite that long. Since last weekend, though. They’ve quit talking about the temperature – it’s the heat index that they give in the weather report. We’re talking 110 degrees outside…or at least that’s what it supposedly feels like.
Steve came home for lunch today. The first words out of his mouth were, “It’s hot outside,” followed by a look over at me because he knows I hate it when anybody says it’s hot outside because then Ben won’t go outside to play and instead stays inside and drives me crazy.
But before I could give him a dirty look, Ben said, “It’s hot outside, but it’s cool in the back yard.”
That’s right, Ben. It’s cool in the back yard.
It’s that hot here, too. Ick. But unlike Ben, the boys have no care at all for the temperature. They’ll play until they’re red in the face and actually border on heat stroke before giving in. I have to set time limits and make sure they drink plenty of water, but usually get to hot to be with them before they give up and I have to force them back into the air conditioning!