We were outside today with the Cub Scouts, talking about keeping our environment clean and then (naturally) having a giant water fight. Because my co-den leader has three children younger than her cub scout, and because I have four children younger than my cub scout, any den meeting is loud, noisy, and completely chaotic. (Still, we muddle through.)
Most of the kids participated in the water fight, but Gee (my five year old) did not want to get wet. After less than thirty minutes outside, in the shade practically the whole time, Gee's face was bright red, and he was complaining of being hot. When I finally brought him inside (after about 45 minutes), it took long drinks of water and at least twenty minutes for his face to regain the usual color.
It was a balmy, gorgeous 81 degree afternoon. (And we've a dry heat, so 81 feels like, well, 81.)
When we were in Vegas for my mother's birthday, Gee told me that he never wanted to visit Las Vegas again, because it was just too hot. In late March.
Now, Gee started a medication in January that increases (albeit a very small amount) his propensity to overheat, but he's always been my hot-blooded kiddo. The medicine is just the icing on the cake.
So, sorry, my-sister-Jen-south-of-Phoenix, I somehow doubt I will ever live south of, oh, Cedar City again. (Not that I wanted to anyway. I like the snow, and I detest the heat.)
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