We sweated it out on a hayride for my little boy last weekend. His wish was to go to the dairy barn and have an ice cream party with his friends, so that’s exactly what he got. It made no difference that it was five thousand degrees that day. It was his party and we would sweat if he wanted to. A couple girls in my house are incessantly counting down until it is their turn. Mermaids, Toy Story, swimming party, oh my.