The Boy was harassing me while we were driving home, continually poking me in the side. In the midst of defensive maneuvers, I noticed that his hands felt strange.
Why are your hands wet? I asked.
They aren’t wet! he said.
I guess cold hands can sometimes feel like wet hands. Whatever.
After he stopped mocking my cold/wet hand identification problems, he began to harass me again.
Stop it!!! I told him.
His response?
I can’t. I’m trying to dry my hands.