wherein we learn that ambivalence is synonymous with immunity…
Mom: Boys, you need to stay in the house, the mosquitoes are so bad outside.
Adam: How do you know they are bad?
Mom: Because I’ve seen them, especially in the front, and I’ve been bit a couple of times!!
Adam: I’m immune! I was looking at a mosquito sucking my blood on my leg, and I didn’t even care!