|The dog enjoys resting atop a pile of give-aways.|
Today I took The Child to an Asian Festival in 88 degree heat with very little shade to be found anywhere. We had to park a mile from the festival site. I should have anticipated the problem that might cause, since The Child has always had a low tolerance for heat.
He's at an unpredictable age (7th grade going into 8th grade). Since he wants little to do with me these days, I thought I was hearing things when he said yes to my questioning about going to the Asian Festival. So we went, despite the heat and the inevitably huge crowd.
The Child wanted a parasol. Since they were being sold for $6, I saw no harm in that, and I thought it might actually shield him from the hot sun.
On our way back to the car, with the temperature rising steadily, I had the audacity to stop and take a quick photo of a stunning house we walked past:
Anyone who knows me (or reads my blog) knows that I have a thing for houses, especially old ones. So I didn't think I was committing a crime when I shot this photo. But The unpredictable Child found my action to be utterly intolerable. He raged the rest of the way to the car, much like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum, promising that he would NEVER go anywhere with me EVER again - not even to the Irish Festival.
He hasn't spoken to me since.