Our house was built in 1889. Roughly translated, this means no matter what temperature it is outside, inside is ten degrees colder. So we added a heat system clearly manufactured in hell because its strength and fire is unmatched. Set at 59 degrees, the house is tropical inside. As a result, despite the frigid outside a few night ago, I found myself in cotton pajamas bottoms and a tank top.
I went to tuck the 4-year-old in.
I got ready to read to him, he stared for a moment at my tank top and asked,
“How come you’re wearing your breasts tonight?”