Our children have inherited his distaste for heat, which is kind of a pickle during a hotter than usual summer. Summer doesn't usually arrive in earnest in Seattle until the 4th. This year, however, it's been unseasonably warm since late May, and the temperature is climbing into the low 90s lately.
The toddler, only having a limited repertoire, only whines incoherently unless wet from head to toe and near water. The preschooler, however, has been asking for Winter. " Baby, it's Summer ", I tell her. " But I don't like it, I want it to be Winter."
Can't blame her. I'm slightly hardier than the rest of them. I grew up in Southern Italy with no such thing as air conditioning. You just resign yourself to three months of drinking and eating fresh fruit a lot, going to the beach whenever humanly possible, and just bucking up until fall. However, I'm also kinda tired of summer already.
I must be turning into "one of THOSE people" too.