Heat Exchanger

I was wrapped in a cushy hand-knit shawl when I curled up next to our boy to tuck him in tonight. As I snuggled him, he said, "You know when I love you best, Mama?"

"When?" I asked, expecting it would be something to do with the cookies we had made the day before.

"When you're warm," he said.

"You like it because I make you warm, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "And I make you warm, too, 'cause I take some of your warm off."