Hair liquid?

I took H. on a walk to the community grocery store, this morning, to pick up a newspaper. I figured it would do us some good to walk, instead of take the car. It was fairly warm outside, and H. was wearing long pants, so of course he became hot after only a short walk.

He starts to complain about melting. Over and over.

I tell him he is doing fine and we are almost to the store. I tell him we can stop at the town square after we get our paper. We can sit on a shaded bench and read the funnies together before we walk home.

He tells me he REALLY IS MELTING!

I tell him he is only sweating.

He SWEARS he is really melting now. He tells me to feel his "hair liquid." He takes my hand, places it on the top of his head, and moves my hand around in the hair. He takes my hand off, and shakes it at me.

"See? Don't you see my hair liquid?"

Hmmmmmm. I got nothing here. Not an ounce of anything on my hand. However, I acknowledge that he probably could use something cold to drink when we get back home. After our trauma is solved, maybe we can sit down and read the funnies.