[wind blows as Sam and I run (well, as well as I can run with my cane) to the car]
me: "OMG, OMG it is so cold!"
Sam: "It's, like, freezing cold."
me: "Like water-turning to ice cold."
Sam: "Like Arctic cold."
me: "Like Penguin cold."
Sam: "Mommy, it is so cold it's almost like we live in Canada."
me: "I know, right?"
Sam: "What do you think it's all [not even a dramatic pause!] aboot?"
Writing a Novel Subplot
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