I'm pretty sure I saw some frozen spit wads on the sidewalk earlier this week. There are lots of those and lots of cold. Outside.
Inside, it's Hot. Eva sweats like crazy. I usually try to subtly roll up her sleeves, unzip her top layer, or blow some cold air on the back of her neck. Those babbas are very suspicious of the cold and being cold. But today was different. That girl was sweating up a storm after we played, and she got to strip down for about five minutes of babba-approved partial nudie time! Woot woot!
This was some wacky throw your head back vestibular fun. I felt drunk after about the fifth "oopa."