mommy is a cool chick, and daddy is a hot guy.  literally.  their comfortable temperatures are about 10 degrees apart.  even so, they have somehow managed to co-exist for all these years.  when daddy is comfortable, mommy is shivering under a blanket.  and when mommy is comfortable, daddy is sweating bullets.

i am a hot guy like daddy.  there are times when i get sooo uncomfortably hot that i can’t eat, i can’t sleep, i don’t want to play…  i just want to crawl into the refrigerator and chill out.  but mommy can’t ever figure out why i am so upset.  thank goodness daddy gets me.  he rescues me and holds me in the cool breeze of the fan.  the fan is our friend.

there have been times when we’ve been out for a stroll, and mommy was just loving the afternoon sun.  meanwhile, the blazing heat was melting my skin off (even though i was protected in the shade of the stroller sun canopy).  i’d scream and scream until daddy realized that i was boiling.  thank gawd.  mommy would just let me melt!  i don’t think mommy gets me at all.

so just to remind mommy and everyone else that i am a hot guy, i got some fierce sunglasses with flames on them.  no, uncle greg, it’s not because i’m a flamer — it’s cuz i am hawt!

so there you have it.  i’m a hot guy.  if you didn’t know… now you know.