So we were at Jen's house this weekend helping her move (ok, at this point we were just lounging around, doing nothing) when we had a baby-overheating incident. Explain to me how I am supposed to keep this kid cool without sticking ice packs under his arms on a hot day.
So he is whiny and someone gets the brilliant idea to stick him in the cooler. Derek went into the kitchen, put some cold water in it and brought it back outside. I stripped off what little clothes he had on and put him in. That was when my mother piped up.
"Buddy, I am so sorry that these people are your parents."
Hey, mom, it's not like I grabbed the full cooler, took out a couple of beers to make room and put him down on ice.
Come to think of it, that would have been the PERFECT solution.