Kids these days.
Torturing children with heat is a time-honored tradition in my family. My dad loved putting up/repairing barbed wire fences on the hottest damn days. Wait, I shouldn't say that. He only had us messing with barbed wire when there weren't creosote-coated fence posts to pound into the ground. That way you had to have long sleeves to avoid having creosote coat and burn your arms.
My brothers and I are all convinced that we put up completely meaningless fences that did absolutely nothing besides appease our father's sadism.