I was working outside in the rain with my younger brother Jonathan when it started raining (in Florida the weather can go from sunny to rainy in 0.0 seconds). As my brother and I were pelted with atmospheric precipitation Jonathan says to me, “You know sometimes I wish I were made out of water so I wouldn’t get wet.”
“What?” I cried incredulously, “You wouldn’t be wet, you’d be water, you’d be the embodiment of wet.”
Jonathan stuck to his guns, “Water can’t be wet.”
Now you might think that Jonathan was on to some great philosophical truth for wanting to be water to avoid being wet, but I think it’s crazy, I just wanted an umbrella.
