My son and I have been arguing about whether or not to open his bedroom window. I say, “Open it! You need fresh air in this room!”.
He says, “If I open the window, the flying ants will come in. Then because it is Ramadan, you won’t let me kill them and I spend all this time catching and releasing them outside. I don’t want ants in my room. It’s gross.”
“The ants don’t come in all the time. They only come in on hot breezy days when they can fly.”
“They do not, Amma! They come in all the time!”
I cross my arms and stick out my chin. “Do you have any data for that?”
He frowns. “Yes, actually I do.”
“Then e-mail it to me.”
This is what he sends me: