Trying to lighten the mood this morning, I started joking about the cold air in that high pitched goofy voice Ellen and Dad use. Not as well done, for sure, but I thought the boys would like it. That isn't how it went down of course.
Me, as I'm out in the garage starting the washer, and Joey is in the kitchen: Oh my! It's cold! What are we going to do with all this cold air???
Joey, in a very dry tone of voice: Shut the door?