I took the kids back to my homeland. A few days before we left, my husband and I had a very spirited discussion about how hot the valley gets. He declared that it routinely exceeded 100 degrees in the summertime. I scoffed. Told him to stop being a drama king. It rarely, if ever, exceeded 100 degrees. I grew up there. I should know.
Enter the heat wave. It was well over 100 degrees every single day. So we moved all activities indoors. And I publicly declared my misspeak. Like any good wife would do.
On the first day, we met at a trampoline park. The boys bounced and burned energy.
And Five challenged Aunt A to an air hockey match.
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