So one day I was pushing Wyatt on the swing and this is how our conversation went:
Me: I am really hot out here. We are going to need to leave soon. I can't take this heat!
Wyatt: (swinging) I'm not hot. I feel the wind.
Me: I don't feel any wind at all. I am really hot!
Wyatt: Well the wind must love me more than you.
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