“Today’s definitely a day for a coat,” I say, coming in from the storm.
Our son looks at me with contempt. “I am NOT wearing a coat,” he barks.
I look down at myself, drenched just dashing from the car to the door.
“It’s pouring down out there,” I mutter.
“You see, this is the problem with you,” he yells, “As soon as you come in, you’re causing an argument.”
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