Heat Wave and a Hint of Snow

Holy heat wave! It is scorching out there and each time I put W in the hot car he starts panting and spitting and slightly freaking out. It's like he has no idea why the car is so hot and is overcome by it. The kid who usually fights to near tantrum trying to stay outside to play every time we pull him out of the car has been making a bee line for the door, demanding I open it as quickly as possible. He is not a boy who appreciates this kind of heat.

When I put him down for his nap today, he handed me these books:


The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats and White Snow Bright Snow by Alvin Tresselt

Coincidence? I think not.