What says "summer is finally here" better than being smacked repeatedly in the chest by a small child? Lemonade? Sure. The distant jangle of ice cream trucks? Absolutely. Fireworks and BBQ? Okay, fine, we get it. Lots of stuff is more summery than this, but none of those are nearly as funny as the indignation of a child whose father had the audacity to not catch a foul ball that was whizzing straight for his face. You just can't get that sort of child-slapping-his-dad-with-a-plastic-cup rage any other time of year.