While I’m fortunate enough to live right off Lake Erie and catch a nice breeze, a little someone in my house can’t stand the slightest hint of warmth. While this week hasn’t been too humid at all, my little guy has gotten so used to the sound of the A/C that he starts screaming and whacking it frantically once it gets turned off. It’s his new best buddy and he mourns in the silence. As much as I think he is plain stupid sometimes, the little guy is pretty smart about knowing that “loud box makes cold happen” and gets the primo spot for naps…
Milkshake Monday
Arty Farty 