I was inside folding laundry (no, really, I was!) and I heard a song from outside, wafting through the front door like a breeze:
"Run outside in our underwear! Run outside in our underwear! Run outside in our underwear!"
I looked out the window and saw the kids doing just that. Since it *is* only 50-some degrees, I insisted on clothes.
After I went back inside, I heard John say, "Maia, from now on, let's call Mom 'Evil Mama,' OK?"