The other day my middle child was complaining about having to go to her cousin’s graduation party- because the temperature outside was in the high 90s. My daughter doesn’t typically like to venture out but add heat to the mixture and it becomes a nightmare.
In any event, as we were preparing to leave for the soiree, she was busy gathering a “beach bag” filled with water, a bag of ice, and paper towels (those would be for hubby).
Me: What are you doing?
Kid: I’m bringing my bag.
Me: You cannot walk around with all that- you’ll look ridiculous.
Kid: I don’t care what people think.
Me: You will not walk around with ice- that is stupid!!
Kid: I don’t care!
…So, we get to our event, park and walk around to the back lawn- that’s where the party was.
*Things to note: I’ve NEVER had a problem with heat. I’ve never sweated nor have I prespired. I can generally withstand hot temperatures and feel it as many as you can.
However, within seconds upon arrival, I was literally dripping sweat. My face felt as if it was melting off of my radiated skull- my every orifice was expelling water in volumes I’ve only once seen happen to hubby- circa 1999 when he came to Rosh HaShana dinner and started drying his face with my mother’s linen napkins because his medication had induced sweat. That was the last time I’ve ever been involved with the embarrassing amount of bodily fluids until that night.
Not knowing whether to fall into the pool by accident or undress on the spot, I noticed my daughter and her bag.
Realizing the turn of events she reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a bag of ice. “Do you want this?” she asked, already knowing my reply.
Too hot to even speak, she just looked at me and said, What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?