Forty years apart, my son and I are having vastly different childhoods. The culprit? Texas has somehow moved closer to the sun. Not sure how that happened, but here we are. I remember spending summer days outside all day every day no sunscreen not hat no sunglasses and not dying.
Now Matador doesn’t even want to go outside. At all. And honestly, I don’t want to send him out there. I guess we’ll just sit inside and read.