I headed to my sister's place in Plymouth last night, partly to enjoy the AC and mostly to enjoy spending time with her and the Little Guy. I spent the night and this morning we enjoyed pancakes and blueberries, played with cars and trucks and trains, and watched a cartoon with a cat that talks to his refrigerator.
We told the Little Guy we were going to go to the cupcake store for a special treat. Of course, he was very excited about this, but as we drove back to St. Paul, he mentioned several times that his tummy hurt. I turned back to ask him if he still wanted a cupcake, to which he replied:
"When I eat that cupcake, my tummy will feel all better."
He did seem perkier afterward.