When we got in the car this morning (AFTER picking blueberries, and AFTER breakfast at IHOP), it was hot. So Helen asked me to please “turn on the air da-shing-da-shing.” What? “Please turn on the air da-shing-da-shing?”

Oh. OK. Got it. 🙂 She was much happier once there was cold air circulating.

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