I suppose I'm officially at the age when I begin to think that kids have it easier, and complain much more, than we did when we were children.
Yesterday I went to Jude and Sutton's T-Ball game. Sutton was out in right field chasing a dragonfly. I had to yell for him to put his glove on. After he did, and gave a respectable thirty seconds of attention to the game, he began running from his position, straight across the field where the play was still going on to where I was sitting.
"Sutton! What are you doing?!" I screamed.
Without a second of hesitation he replied to my question, matter-of-factly, "Sweating!"