The following conversation just took place in our van:
Dylan (pouting): I wish I could roll down the window.
Me: I know its not nearly as cold as last week, but it isn't exactly warm either.
Dylan: Its not that cold, Mom.
Me: Dylan, its still only 20 degrees outside.
Dylan (quite condescendingly): Its twenty-ONE degrees, Mom.
All last week, and most of the before that, our daily "highs" were still sub-zero. One day, it never got warmer than -12, and the days it got up to 0 seemed positively balmy. It has apparently messed with my son's ability to determine what windows-down-weather is.
Dylan (pouting): I wish I could roll down the window.
Me: I know its not nearly as cold as last week, but it isn't exactly warm either.
Dylan: Its not that cold, Mom.
Me: Dylan, its still only 20 degrees outside.
Dylan (quite condescendingly): Its twenty-ONE degrees, Mom.
All last week, and most of the before that, our daily "highs" were still sub-zero. One day, it never got warmer than -12, and the days it got up to 0 seemed positively balmy. It has apparently messed with my son's ability to determine what windows-down-weather is.
1 comment:
Funny...I had a very similar conversation with Skylar in the last few days. They must be acclimating better than we are!
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