Me: Ok, buddy. Time to get out of the tub
Tate: Ok Momma
Me: (toweling him off)
Tate: Brrr . . . . I am cold.
Me: Let's hurry and get dried off and put on your jammies, then you won't be cold
Tate: Momma, I think all the cold stuff from the fridge come up here and make me cold.
Me: (astonished) What?
Tate: The cold stuff in the fridge that makes stuff cold? Momma, IT came up HERE and make ME cold.
Me: (blink, blink)
Wow, how do you even respond to that?
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