Children, meet sauna. Sauna, children.

When people tell me about funny things their kids did, I usually don’t find those things all that funny. Actually, they don’t tell me those things anymore because I never laugh. Or I’ll smile politely. Really, when a five year old says something like, “But I thought you were making the cake out of whole wheat flowers,” it’s just not that funny.

So now we’ve established that I am typically immune to the charms of children and their ignorant, ignorant ways. This evening, however, was an exception. I was at the gym, taking a shower, listening to the goings on a few feet away. A woman was cleaning up her two kids, both around four years old or so. One was highly verbal and fascinated by the sauna. I guess he was trying to go in because his mother was saying, “No, that’s a place where someone’s trying to have some private time.”

The kid’s response was, “But the lights are off.” This struck me as perfectly good logic. Logic that I would be hard-pressed to argue with, which is why, among numerous other reasons, I’d make a terrible parent. While she was formulating a response he further defied his mother’s will, pulling open the door. Stepping in, he exclaimed, “Man! It’s hot in here!”