Coming from Michigan, the 89˚ temps didn't really feel like "autumn" to me. It was roasting.
After some PBJs and digging out the ole Ergo, we were able to carry on without any bloodshed. With any luck I burned a few extra calories to boot. At 35lbs or more, Starboy definitely classifies as "training weight."
It turns out you're only allowed to pick certain varieties each day, and we ended up getting kicked out of an off limits area. Oopsie.
Starboy was thrilled. We're such city slickers. We asked him what his favorite part of the day was, and he said: "The juice."
It was a great day of family togetherness.