I have notoriously cold hands. Especially in the winter. In fact, if you shook my hand, you'd probably think you were shaking an ice cube. I'm going to be one of those ninety-year-old women who have their apartments cranked up to 102 degrees just to stay comfortable.
Anyway, I had fun with my icy hands. My husband wanted a back rub. This was after he told me I needed to do more work (joking, of course).
"Oh, yeah?" I said. "How's this?" I placed my ice-cold mitts on his back.
"Ahhhh!" he hollared.
The kids, who were standing by, thought this was great. So what did they do? They went to the sink, turned on the cold water, and made their little hands just like mine.
"Daddy, let me rub your back!" said my son.
"Ahhh!" screamed the Daddy.
"Me, too!" said my daughter.
"Ahhh!" he screamed again.
Poor Daddy! It's tough living with the Ice Queen and her offspring!