The west wind has been blowing through our home. You know, the west wind, as in:
Me: "Sweetie, please roll the trash can down the driveway."
And that sigh, so exaggerated, so full of preteen angst, so weighed down with the burdens of the world, is what we call in our home . . . THE WEST WIND.
The other day it was blowing more than usual, and in exasperation I finally asked, "Excuse me, is that the west wind I hear?"
After a moment of panicked silence, I hear, "Uh, no, it's just a little breeze blowing in from the southeast."
Hmmmm. Too smart for his own good.