He did it...Lucas that is. He finally did the ultimate. He came to me surprised tugging at his shirt & mumbling something like, "Hose! Hose!" I looked closer to see that there were slash marks in his shirt. I quickly ran to see what had happened. He managed to get a small pair of my sewing scissors & decided to give himself a little air conditioning.
I should've snapped a picture, but I was so fried I couldn't think straight to find the camera!! I'm just now able to laugh about this. I made him wear the shirt until Daddy arrived so Daddy could see what HIS son is capable of. That's right...today he's Paul's son!