Not Just the Back

After 30 minutes of "Mama...maaamaaa...mama..." early this morning, I dragged my sorry self out of bed and into BW's room.

There, sitting in his bed facing the fan that is blowing across him to help relieve his sunburn, the boy plaintively says "Mama, my front is really really cold and my back is hot..."

"Well, what happens when you roll over?"

"Ahhhhhhhh."

Rocket science... It's awesome.