Some Like It Hot

But Moreheads, not so much.

It’s a gorgeous 65-degree day here in Lincoln. Breezy. The kind of weather this hot-hating girl dreams about, especially in June. We took a little walk to the nearest park — maybe four or five blocks away. Simon happily bopped from tree to tree, or driveway to driveway, stopping to wait for me and the two littler ones to catch up. Except when we got to the half-block stretch that had no shade. Then began a near constant stream of protest: “It’s just so HOT. I can’t even stand it. The sun is beating. I’m so, so, so hot.” Now he did have on his long-sleeve shirt and long pants over his jammies, so that must have added to his short-lived misery. Still, we know he’s our kid; you’ll likely never hear us complaining about weather too mild (or rainy, for that matter).