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(Yes, this is exactly how the conversation went...)
Tonight while I was cleaning the kitchen, Poonch asked me:
Mom, do we have one of those things that make your house either hotter or colder?
Me: What do you mean? (I should have known what she meant, but I was, unfortunately, listening with only one ear while scrubbing the sink.)
P: You know, something that you push buttons and maybe you can make it hot or cold? (Pausing my scrubbing, her meaning dawning on me.)
Me: Do you mean, a furnace?
P: Yeah, yeah, that's it. A furnace. Do we have one of those?
(At this point I looked at Poonch to see if she was joking. Nope. She was serious. She honest-to-God had no idea whether or not our house was equipped with one of those newfangled things that actually sends heat throughout a house.)
Me: Uh, yeah, we do.
P: Oh good. Pause. Can you make it go hotter? Cuz I have been freezing at breakfast lately.
Geez, it's a sad state of affairs when your 7-year-old tells you to turn up the freaking furnace.
Apparently, I have turned into "one of those" people. One of those people who freezes out their family because they refuse to turn the furnace up a single notch.
It's official.
I. Am. A. Geezer.
