The backstory: JT is training to run a 100 mile race and so nearly every day is a running day. Some days, there is rain in the forecast and he’ll tie on his shoes and then stand on the porch and announce he doesn’t want to get wet. Every single time, I respond, “Why? You aren’t made of sugar. You won’t melt.” It’s sensible and it’s true.
Today, we went to Colonial Park so he could run and I could go for a walk. We set off in the same direction and heard thunder in the distance.
Me: I hope it doesn’t rain.
JT (as he ran off): Why? You aren’t made of sugar. You won’t melt.”
I guess that he does hear me.
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