In other news:

The scene: my parents' house, 7am Sunday morning.
Sister: God, it is like so cold in here. God!
Me: Maybe you should, say, put on some clothes then?
Sister: No, I'm just going to move to the South Pole.
Me: Sweetie, think about what you just said.
Sister: *stares blankly, then, as though she were speaking to a small child, says* I said the South Pole.
Me: The South Pole is in Antarctica, dear.
Sister: Oh, whatever.