Hot on the inside
When I was putting Carter to bed on Tuesday night, I was trying to convince him to put on a pajama shirt as well as his pajama pants. We live in Ontario and it’s the middle of winter, so in my mind it only makes sense to dress warmly at all times.
Admittedly, I am a weather-wimp.
We do believe in central heating, but still, on so many levels, I feel pajamas are a good idea.
Carter, as always, said the most surprising, amazing thing…”But I’m always hot on the inside.”
Me…”And why is that, Carter?” (Thinking to myself, “This ought to be good!”)
Carter….”Because I’ve got God’s fire in me.”
Does that make anybody besides me want to stand up and dance?!? Woohoo!