Morning conversations with my kids are starting to remind me of Monty Python skits:

Child: “It’s freezing, I’m going go put on three sweatshirts.”

Me: “It’s not cold.”

Child: “What did you just say?”

Me: “It’s sixty-eight. It’s not cold.”

Child: “Well, it feels cold to ME. Can we light a fire?”

Me: “It’s not cold and we don’t have a fireplace.”

Etc.

The afternoons are still reaching for 100 so thankfully they don’t complain all day, just in the mornings.