“It’s hot in here,” complained Luky from his seat at the kitchen table. He was pushing around his peas, trying to find an arrangement on the plate that made it look like he had already eaten them.
“We’re all hot, Luky,” replied his exhausted mother in a less-than-patient tone. “There’s nothing we can do about it.”
Luky sighed with an exasperation that he couldn’t possibly have earned in his five years of life. “Just open the window!”
His mother rolled her eyes and resisted throwing her plate across the room. It was one of many small victories she had to hold onto these days. “Sweetie, the world outside the window is all on fire. The space lizards are burning everything on the planet. That’s why it’s so hot. If we open the window, it will get more hot inside.”
She knew better than to expect her son to follow this logic, and she was not disappointed. “I want ice cream!“