I had a very teachable moment the other day when I was out with youngest, Matthew. I was taking Jeremiah to nursery, and that day it was particularly cold, probably like 0 degrees, no lie. He was sitting in the buggy and was telling me "Mummy, warm!" And he kept saying it over and over and over-- and I did not have ANY idea what he meant. I was like 'Are you hot?" and he went "No!" "Mummy, warm!" And we were going back and forth as I was walking back to the bus stop. When we got on the bus, I put him on my lap, he held out his hand and went "Mummy, warm!" and started to cry. The lightbulb went PING in my head and I went "Oh!! Your hands are cold!" He nodded his head. So I put his hands in mine to keep them warm and told him that we'd get his gloves when we get home. When we got home and we got the gloves I didn't hear "Mummy warm!" again. There are times where I really don't get what they say, but it...