Too Hot for Butter

It has been hot.  I have been waiting anxiously for the rain and the clouds.  At least however, we have air.  Owen on the other hand, does not.  We tried to develop a system to make it through the next few days. Turn the fans out during the day and flip them once it gets cool at night.  So, on Friday night, he flipped them as he should once it got dark.  The problem with this was that it forgot to cool down that night.  He informed me that he was so hot all night and while we were on the phone I heard... WHAT THE... 

He walked into the kitchen and his fresh from the fridge butter at 11:30 the night before was melted all over the counter.  He claimed it was liquid butter on the counter as though he put it in the microwave and then poured it out onto the counter.  

We came to the conclusion that he turned the fans around to cool off the apartment, it never cooled off at night, so therefore he blew 85 degree air in the apartment all night, thus turning it into a microwave.  

Too hot for butter is too hot for me.  I guess he is learning how to live life a little less comfortable than he has it here. It helps to have a mom who is high maintenance and likes things comfortable.