Last week, my kids came into the house and took the chairs that my wife and I normally sit in.
They sat there sighing as they left the air conditioning bathe their bodies.
My son, who is six, told me that it was hard working out in the hot, cruel sun. I had to hide my smile as I asked him what he was working at? He told me that he was picking up the rocks in the yard. I asked him why he had to pick up rocks out of the yard and he told me it was because he put them there, and he rolled his eyes. He sat there with the recliners pushed back and his eyes closed. He whispered a ‘whew’ as he wiped his forehead. He told me the air conditioning felt wonderful and all he needed was a cool drink to make his day. I went out to the kitchen and pulled out the ice cream and made him a milkshake. I took it in to him and he looked over at his sister. He said that she needed air conditioning and a drink as much as he did. I gave her the other milkshake I had behind my back. I asked her what she was doing that required air conditioning and a cold drink. She told me she was cleaning up all of the dead bugs from the sidewalk. Now I was curious since my son had rocks and she had dead bugs. They told me they were having a contest on who could kill the most ants by throwing rocks at them.