Evan: "Mom! We're so hot! It's so SOOOOO hot in here!"
(Dramatic acting of how hot they are)
(Let's just overlook the fact that I have the air-conditioning set a comfortable 75 degrees, shall we?)
Me: "Oh, Ryan and Evan, you poor boys!"
Evan: "Yes. And Ryan is so hot. He's so hot that he needs a popsicle! That way he could cool down."
You know, he's just concerned for his friend. Ryan actually starts panting. He is that hot! It sounds like I need to administer popsicles STAT!
You'll be happy to know that Evan and Ryan recovered quite nicely, although I am concerned about the colors of their tongues. ;) Those were some pretty potent popsicles.