My Dad called us yesterday afternoon to see if he could take us out to dinner at Friendly’s.
The answer was a resounding yes.
It was a long, hot weekend, and we were all wilting.
I spent most of the weekend in the dog house around here because I have neglected to renew our pool membership yet, and it opened this weekend.
I was in the dog house with even myself, on this one, because the pool would have been fabulous this weekend.
Anyway, we got to Friendly’s at 5 and the place was packed.
Because there were 7 of us, they walked us all the way to the back where the big tables are, and as we passed family after family, the parents and I all made eye contact and gave each other the weary head-nod of summer.
You know the one.
The one that says “Too hot too cook? I get it.”
The one that says “It’s hard to keep up with my kids on a 60 degree day. It’s nearly impossible on a 90 degree day.”
The head nod that implies “I wish I could have run through the sprinkler instead of doing the laundry and cleaning the house.”
The one that says “We still have a month before school is out, but we’re all on vacation in our minds.”
There are so many signs of summer, but that head nod…the head nod that unites all the parents in the summer on the end of a hot day…that’s the first one.
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