"I'm afraid I'll have to pass," you say. "It's a little hot out there for me."
"Fair enough...hey, I think Gertrude's making her pancakes again anyway...I can smell them from up here."
You sniff the air for a moment. Sure enough, now you can smell pancakes too.
"Enjoy your run," you say, giving your mom a hug before you leave the master bedroom and proceed down the stairs toward the kitchen.
