As we enter the actual hot part of Portland summer; you know, the three weeks after the 4th of July, Kenneth decided to put the window air conditioners in the kid’s rooms. Lucy wanted to help. So, after dinner they went up to get the job done. Tennessee was trying figure out which words are the best to use to get a second after dinner popsicle and wasn’t paying attention. When he realized that I wasn’t going to fall for his good looks and charm he gave up and began interviewing me. “Where’th Daddy and Luthy?”
“Upstairs.”
“Why?”
“They are putting an air conditioner in your room.” This last bit made Tennessee go wild. I have only seen him get that pissed on rare occasion for the most heinous of offenses. He yelled loud about his feelings on conditionerth and their evils. He stomped around. He slapped the sofa, he flopped on the ground and kicked his feet and flapped his arms. His dad came to the top of the stairs and said,
“Do you even know what air conditioning is?”
“No.” Kenneth convinced him to investigate. He climbed the stairs, grumbling the whole way.
After sitting in front of his “conditioner” for a while, Kenneth asked him what he thought. He rolled his head back and forth, letting the cool air blow on his mosquito bitten summer face and said, “Ith good.”
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