This happened Wednesday night:
Me: (in full-throated song) Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Matthew: (reproachfully) The wind’s not wild, Daddy.
Well, right then it wasn’t. So he had a point.
UPDATE: Not Rhetorical notes that I appear to be raising a sort of wind expert.