The adventures of little boy Finn

It’s cold, mama!

Finn, getting into car: “It’s cold, Mama. It’s cold as a hot dog!”

Me: “A hot dog?”

Finn: “No… no… it’s cold as a Popsicle!”

Gabe: “It’s as cold as a witch’s boob in a brass brassiere.”

Me: “Oh, Gabriel…”

Finn: “Yup, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

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