“Why aren’t you wearing a coat? It’s 10 degrees outside.”
“I feel fine in this jacket. It’s not that cold.”
We traveled for the next fifteen minutes while playing the radio game. The goal is to try changing the channel before Sarah squeals “I love that song” when she hears some monotonous pop song. Then, we drove past a large time and temperature sign.
“What? Oh. See, I told you it wasn’t 10 degrees out there.”
“You’re right Sarah. It’s a blistering 19 degrees. We should have worn shorts.”
I’ll just pretend that her eye roll meant she thought I was funny.