In case you didn't recognize it, the "sculpture" below is a DUCK.
The boys were out by 8:30am playing, taking advantage of the PS kids availability (due to Late Arrival). Doesn't matter if it's only 20F.
Tate just came to the back door.
"Mom? Is it lunch time yet?"
Uh, no. It's 10:30.
"Oh." (Shivering.) "Well, would you tell me when it's 11? Because I think we'll be cold by then."
Translation? "Since I'm a boy, I don't want to admit to being cold or tired. So please make me come in before I freeze."