Chandler and I joined Frances's class at the zoo. It was so very, very hot. Not "hot" for Boston, but honest to God hot. This is (almost) everybody near the end of the day:
Little Chandler was ready to melt. One of Frances's classmates wept (I put her in Chandler's stroller). A boy from another class threw up. It's not that it doesn't get hot here in Boston. July 4th through July 6th are consistently miserable. But a heat wave in the middle of May? The kids were wiped. The adults weren't so great either. At the end, Frances's teacher said something like, "I could sleep for two days." And she has all the stamina of a 24-ish year-old who runs half marathons. Forty-one year old moms who struggle through 10 milers would be forced to hate her, if she weren't so darn nice and generous.
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