*Facepalm*

So, J got out of the bath yesterday, and, as per tradition, he was happily running naked around the apartment. He very quickly realized that I'd set up a box-fan in the living room where the diapers were on the drying rack.
He dashes over.
"Issa fan on?"
"Yes, the fan is on."
He looks at me, still thoroughly sodden and standing dead in front of the fan, teeth chattering.
"Issa fan very cold."