It has snowed overnight. My husband has just looked out the window.

Husband: “It’s still snowing. The cars and plows are moving slowly, so it must be slick.”

Me: *After a minute.* “Oh, I see. I thought you said the cars and CLOUDS were moving slowly, which made sense until you said it was slick!”

Husband: “Hey, clouds don’t want to slip and fall. That’s how you get fog!”