When I chuckled and told him this, he informed me that because he’s from Africa, “slightly chilly” weather feels colder to him than it does the rest of us because he’s used to the heat. (We brought him home to the U.S. when he was 6 months old.) He then proceeded to tell me that the President should make sure that everyone in the country has a boat for when it’s “raining like this and people need to get places,” which made me wonder when my husband and I had raised a young Socialist.
Meanwhile, his younger brother scolded me for whistling along to Pharrell Williams’s “Happy” because, he informed me, that’s his song and there’s no whistling involved in it anywhere. Just after saying this, my younger son passed out, as he has decided to embrace the sleeping patterns of a newborn and had been up at 2, 4, and 5 that morning.
Ah, the morning commute.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Except, actually, I’d like to be able to whistle along to “Happy”…)
Have a great Thursday. The weekend is almost here!