We have joined a play group which looks promising in so much as the moms are from all walks of life as are the children. When we went last week to one mother's house she had everything set up outside. The sun was blazing and it was hot. Africa hot. Not a single cloud in the sky. (I should mention that Senegal is a Muslim country so it is not appropriate to wear shorts out in public. Ladies can wear long skirts, dresses and pants which means you are inevitably going to be hot if you are out in the sun. Blouses should also be modest and not expose too much skin.)
While I was most concerned with keeping Gusi hydrated, I kept wondering why in the world are we outside? Everyone is sweating, everyone is red. Am I not getting something here? Even if there is no air conditioning inside, it will still be better than being in the blazing sun.
Then today we went to a birthday party. Again, it was sweltering hot and they held the party outside. At least they had a sprinkler pool set up for the kids to wade in. I had to control the urge to jump in there with them. And as if the sweltering adults weren't enough proof of the heat, the ice cream should have been. The cake and ice cream were brought out at the same time and while we sang happy birthday and sliced the cake, the ice cream melted. Completely. It looked like soup by the time it was opened.
I can see folks not wanting a bunch of kids running around their house, but still, a fan outside would have been nice. Am I the only one noticing the emperor has no clothes?
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