The other day, I announced I was going to make some gingerbread cookies for our neighbors. Several hours went by, I become busy with other projects and quite frankly, forgot. But Jamie certainly didn’t.
J: So, are we ready to make cookies now?
A: Oh, you want to help? This’ll be fun!
J: [sheepishly] Well, uhhh, not really.
And then the light switched on.
A: Ohhhh, you asked if “we” should make cookies in the same way that I comment how “we” should take out the garbage. Or like when I casually infer how overheated “we” both are, which is just my way of telling you to get off your butt and turn on the air conditioning for me.
J: Exactly!
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