Here is the argument Adam and I have whenever it's completely yucky outside:

Adam: We're not going to work today!
Sarah: I'm going to work today.
Adam: No, you're not.
Sarah: Yes, I am.

(This goes on for half an hour)

Adam: You are to stay home today.
Sarah: I. Am. Going. To work.
Adam: Your job is not worth dying for.
Sarah: Who grew up in the mountains?
Adam: . . .
Sarah: Who grew up in the mountains and was forced to learn how to drive in a rear wheel drive car in a blizzard?
Adam: . . .
Sarah: I am going to -- holy keeeerap, did you see that guy spin?
Adam: Dude.
Sarah: He was in friggin' four wheel drive.
Adam: Du-dude. Drifto action, right there.
Sarah: I should leave now, don't you think?
Adam: Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

(We're still in the previous thirty minutes of "no, you're not"/"yes, I am" back and forth. I'll prevail.)