From the Mouths of Babes

This morning, as my oldest son huddled in front the bathroom heater, he made the following observation:

"I'm cold. When I become a daddy like you, I'll be warm."

aside - I serve as a reliable source of heat on cold mornings. Even our cat, God rest his soul, used to put his cold feet on me to warm them up.

He continued, "When daddies get married, they get warm, but when mommies get married, they stay cold."

Truer words were never spoken, my son.