Hot

When we got in the car this morning (AFTER picking blueberries, and AFTER breakfast at IHOP), it was hot. So Helen asked me to please “turn on the air da-shing-da-shing.” What? “Please turn on the air da-shing-da-shing?”

Oh. OK. Got it. 🙂 She was much happier once there was cold air circulating.

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