Such was the case this afternoon, when after ten minutes in the swing, I decided the boy was looking a little overheated. I brought him inside, where he promptly had a screaming fit complete with the saddest little tears and a pout that clearly said "mom, no fair!" (Or maybe it was "get that freaking camera outta my face before I BREAK IT INTO PIECES". I don't know. I can't read minds.)
We had a great visit from my father in law, A's Papaw. The boys had a fun time doing boy stuff- talking baseball, playing with the big dogs, hiking through the woods, getting soaked in the pool. The only questionable moment was Papaw sticking a maroon A&M hat on A's head. But he made up for it by cooking some crazy delicious steaks for dinner. Thanks, R!
"Yikes, Papaw, I'll get beat up for this in Austin! Get it off, quick!"
Later in the day, we couldn't find Ralph. Not unusual these days, as he's usually out terrorizing small woodland creatures, but it was surprising for him not to be on the semi-cool front porch when the afternoon heat hit. Then I realized he hadn't gone outside at all, and he was "hiding" next to his doppleganger in A's toy box. Pretty sneaky, Ralphers.