Last night, we were living in the Sahara again so I told Jory to go ask Oma to turn the heat off. He went and a short while later, the heat went off. SCORE! I woke up around 1AMish and it was cool in the warm. I covered the girls and went back to sleep.
Jory woke me at 4AM unable to sleep because of a stuffy nose. It was chilly in the room. We hunkered down under the blankets. Finally I told him, go ask Oma to turn the heat back on. He got out of bed to do my bidding, then I heard him and Oma talking and her walking back towards our room.
“I didn’t turn the heat off,” she said.
“Yes, you did. Jory asked you to turn it off,” I reminded her.
“No, I didn’t touch it,” she replied.
I looked down at Jory who was back in the bed next to me. “Did you ask Oma to turn off the heat last night?” I questioned.
“H-E-A-T spells heat. C-O-O-L spells cool. I pressed the heat button,” he informed me.
Wow, schooling is really working. SCORE! But I didn’t ask you to touch the central air and heating controller. “Jory, you’re right, but you are not allowed to touch the thermostat. You cannot touch the buttons, okay?”
“Okay,” he answered, as the heat kicked back on.
My little brilliant genius.
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