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?”