We had a major rainstorm this week (finally) that shifted the weather from boiling hot to moderately bearable (finally). As relieved as I was to have cooler weather, it always seems difficult to get the inside temperature in the house balanced correctly.
My temporary solution was to throw on a loose wrap to keep my shoulders warm while The Boy and I ate dinner.
As I walked into the living room with my wrap on, he asked: Why do you have that on?
Me: I’m cold!
Him: It’s not cold.
Me: I didn’t say “it,” I said “I.” I’m cold.
Him: Why are you cold?
Me: Why am I cold? Can’t I be cold if I want to be?
Him: Why would you want to be cold?
Him: See how I just defeated you with logic?
What a clever boy.