Saturday morning and I’ve built a fire in the fireplace. Dad and the boys are on a frozen golf course pond playing ice hockey and it’s snowing outside … but then stumbles home my 7-year-old back, frozen, dripping snow … He is crying from the cold … It is my fault. He didn’t have a second pair of socks on. It is my fault. He had on plenty of other layers, though … One hour later he has had Dino oatmeal and orange juice and is snuggled by the fire. Cold weather is nothing to sneeze at. He also has a fever.
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