Last night B was brushing his teeth. It was very late because of baseball practice, and so well past his bedtime. He came out to the living room (where everyone else was), toothbrush in hand, so that either my wife or I could take a turn, but instead of coming to us he ran over and turned off the kitchen light, and then the dining room light.
Me: "We don't have time to play around."
B: "But we have to turn off the lights to save the polar bears!"
Me: "Polar bears?"
B: "Yes, 'cause the ice will melt."
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Oh, dear!
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