Summer, finally summer. It's not been a good one so far, but at last we get some hot days. After being out in the backyard playing by himself in the mid-afternoon the Boy comes back inside and starts to wipe his face with an old baby-blanket that appeared from somewhere.
Me: Is it hot outside?
Boy: No. The sun is sweating me.
Me: The sun is sweating you?
Boy (continuing to towel off with the woolen baby blanket): Yeah. Now I have to unsweat me.
Later on he comes in again after seemingly having made a grand decision.
Boy: Know what I'm going to have for supper?
Mamma: What?
Boy: I haven't decided yet.
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