Mr C has instructed me to make a note of this conversation.

Me: “I don’t know why it’s so hot.”

Mr C: “It’s summer.”

“I want winter back.”

“No you don’t.”

“I’ll never complain about being cold again. Next time I complain about it being cold, punch me in the face and remind me of this moment.”

“Blog it, and I can link you back to it later.”

I guess this is the 2.0 version of I told you so.