…like seven inches from the midday sun.
If you don’t know that song……well, I can’t help you. But if you do, I hope you just jammed out to the rest of the song. Because I just did.
Iowa, in case you aren’t aware, is typically HOT in the summer. And when I say hot I mean the sweltering, humid, super high heat index, chaffing, really gross and sweaty kind of hot. Bleck.
So what better way to beat the heat than with ice cold hose water.
He was shivering and had blue lips, but there was no way he was walking away from that sprinkler unless he went kicking and screaming (which I think is how we had to get him inside).
Owen loves giving hugs (I need to get him a Free Hugs shirt), even if he is soaking wet.
I don’t think grandpa minded very much, though.
Well, I’d better get back to packing. See you back here soon!