Me: Good morning, Sweetie!
Lucas: Good morning, Mama. He was cuddled up on the couch under the family's treasured Sherpa blanket. I sat down next to him, lightly put my hand on his chest, leaned over, and kissed him all over his face.
Me: Baby, you’re cold!
Lucas: No, I’m not. I don’t even feel anything.
Me: Your skin feels cold. It's winter. Shirts are your friend. You should try them once in awhile.
Lucas: I'm fine. It's probably because I’m almost eight and my blood is starting to turn cold.