The kids are pouncing all over my husband, after he finished loading the dishwasher as he was helping me in the kitchen (with the stove and oven on).
“Alright, kids, it’s about a million degrees in here. Stop climbing all over me, and let me go change out of winter clothes.”
“But daddy,” my six-year-old pipes up, “you’re not in winter clothes, your pants are.”
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