This morning the kids ran after Chris’ car as he drove off to work. This is a common occurrence, and for some reason The Girl thinks one day she will beat Chris’ car. But I digress. So after their run, The Girl and I have the following exchange.
TG: I’m hot. I don’t know why I’m so hot.
Me: Because it’s hot.
TG: I just don’t know why I’m so hot.
Me: Because it’s hot, Sweetheart.
TG: But I’m SO hot.
Me: It’s hot, Sweetie, and you were just running.
TG: I just don’t know why I’m so hot.
Me: It’s not even 8:00 in the morning and it’s already 90 degrees. Everybody’s hot.
TG: Maybe it’s the humidity.
TG: But I’m SO hot.
Me: It’s hot, Sweetie, and you were just running.
TG: I just don’t know why I’m so hot.
Me: It’s not even 8:00 in the morning and it’s already 90 degrees. Everybody’s hot.
TG: Maybe it’s the humidity.
Roshaunda D. Cade 