If the car is parked in the sun for a bit and it gets a little warm inside, Harper urgently tells us to turn on the air conditioner by saying, “Turn on the fresh air.” I’ve always liked the cooler and wetter climate of the Pacific Northwest, and, apparently Harper is a fan as well. On a recent trip to Utah, we walked outside and Harper started moaning, “Turn on the fresh air.”
I’m assuming she meant getting into a car, then turning on the air conditioner.