Not What I Had in Mind

Little Brother just came downstairs wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

“It’s not THAT warm,” I told him.  We were preparing to leave the house for an errand, or it wouldn’t really have mattered.

“OK then, I’ll put some gloves on,” he answered, pulling on his favorite pair of “hobo” gloves (the fingerless kind).

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