The kids played outside last night after dinner. It was misty, dreadfully humid, but starting to get a bit cooler. Maddie and Aidan came in before the others and called me into the living room while they were stripping off their shoes and socks.
Maddie: Can we please, please, puh-leeease turn on the fire?
Me: No, the air conditioning is on in here. It's really humid and not really cold at all. Fires are more for wintertime.
Maddie: But if we don't turn on the fire, where can I warm my poor toes-ies and rest my weary head?
Weary head? oh brutha. We've got ourselves a drama queen here.