Molly, this morning around ten: Let me out! Let me ooooouuuut!
Me, making a late cup of coffee: No. It’s below freezing. It will be warmer later. We can go then.
Molly, chewing the scenery: Why are you so mean to meeeee???
Me, knowing how this will end: Below freezing. Very cold. You will not like it.
Molly, now literally chewing on a pencil she knocked off the table: You’re a liar who doesn’t want me to have nice things. Outside! I know my rights!
Me, abandoning my coffee: You know what? Fine. Let’s do this.
* Several minutes and one “walk” later *
Molly: Why would you do this? I was so cold out there! Make the hot air thing go. I demand warms. Fix what you did.









