Pop the Snowman

The dog days of summer are here and it's downright HOT. The girls and I were lucky enough to spend last week at the beach with grandma and pop while David was traveling for work. One afternoon while we were there, pop was mowing the lawn and Abby was sitting on the back deck watching him while eating an ice pop, which was dripping all over her. Pop took a quick break and came over to sit with Abby for a second. He dropped his head down, and sweat just rolled down his face. Abby looked at me wide-eyed and said "Pop's melting!"