Me: Beaumont. We have to go.
Beau: I’m not ready.
Me: It’s freezing out here. It’s time to go.
Beau: How can you be cold? You’re dressed up like you’re ready for the North Pole.
Me: It feels like the North Pole out here.
Beau: Well. If you’re dressed for it why do we have to go?
Me: Because ‘baby, it’s cold outside.’
Beau: I’m not the baby. You are. I’m quite happy to stay a little longer.
Me: Not happening. I don’t want you freezing your paws.
Beau: I’m tough.
Me: Even you are not tough enough to withstand minus sub Arctic.
Beau: One more ball throw. Please.
Me: And then we go.
Beau: If you insist.
Me: I do.
Beau: You know you’re a wuss.
Me: I don’t care. It’s time to go.
Beau: Don’t forget you promised me one more throw of the ball.
Me: You’ve got to drop it already.
Beau: (dropping the ball at my feet) Make it a good throw. Not one of those wussie one’s you always do.
Me: Fine. One throw. Wussie or not. Then we go.
Beau: Fine. But I’m warning you. It better be good.
Sigh. I kinda, sorta, maybe… just possibly…. think I won that one… Though I did end up throwing the ball a couple of more times than I wanted. It was the only way to get him to the car! (and quite frankly, the first throw was rather pathetic! Or at least that’s what Beaumont said.)