Here's another Canadian myth gonzo, eh? I say Canadian in the sense of what others may think about this country 'cause we know better, eh? To wit: the snow does melt, and when it does, it can get pretty blinkin hot, eh? If you don't believe me, take a look at the thermometer, eh? (The little numbers are the ones our southern neighbours will want to check out.)
Yikes! It was hot enough to melt the hinges on hell's doors. So, I thought I should take the boy to the water park. This is not a water park in the sense of slides and wave pools, just a town park where they spray some water around.
Zach was pretty tentative: did a lot of standing and staring trying to figure out to what foreign scape his Buppa had taken him.
Okay then ... I'll touch the water. Yikes! It's wet.
Huh? You want me to wade in here? Right in the river? Is it safe?
Actually, it wasn't safe. A stumble later, and he was experiencing life as the fishies see it. After swallowing a mouthful, he decided to head back to he fountains and play in the much safer runoff by the drain.
Eventually, his Buppa took pity on the kid and nudged him away from the water and over to the swings. Bliss.
Even as I write this post it's 32°C/90°F — at 9:30pm. Hard to believe. EH?