It is FREEZING cold outside. My mail is sitting in my mail box, waaaaay out by the street.
Ben often enjoys the adventure of going to get the mail all by himself. So, today I enthusiastically asked, "Hey, Ben, wanna go get the mail?"
He very matter-of-factly answered, "Mom, you are not given sons to do everything for you. You are given sons so that they can grow up to be adults and can get bodies. (pause) Daughters too. You were a daughter once, so you should know."
My mail is still sitting in my mail box. Waaaay out by the street. In the FREEZING cold.
