That said, we repeatedly ask ourselves lately, "Are you cold? I'm cold! Is it cold in here?" It's not cold in our house, in fact quite the opposite. It's just that after Bill works outside, or after I've gone out for something, a chill sets in, here in the wilderness of Maine. Especially when every time I look at my thermometer it says somewhere around 14 degrees outside.
Well, apparently, it's not just the grown-ups. No, Zachary didn't ask me, with a shiver, if it was cold in here. But I suspect he might have been thinking it:
He posed nicely, huh?