The other day, when it was about three thousand degrees outside, we were venturing out to combat the stir crazies.
The air conditioner was cranking and doing a pretty good job of icing us all down. After a short time, Bean piped up from the back seat,
"Momma, I need a blanket. I need to cover my toes and my head and my legs and my everything! I'm freaking cold."
Um, excuse me?
I asked her to repeat herself.
"I need a blanket! I'm freakin' cold!"
"Er, you're what?"
"Freakin' cold! I'm cold, Mama!"
"You're WHAT cold!?" I was starting to mentally go over our latest trips in the car to be sure I hadn't started saying that out loud (again). Nothing.
Then, I got it.
"You're freezing cold?"
"YES Mama! Can you turn the hair conditioner off?"