So there we were, Evie and I, in the middle of a diaper change. I reached over for a wet wipe with which to clean her sweet bottom, and she kept her eyes fixed on me, tense with anticipation. At last, the cool cloth touched her bare skin. She flinched and giggled. “Hot!” she exclaimed.
“No, it’s not hot,” I said, as I do every time. “It’s cold.”
She nodded and repeated, “Hot.”
“C-c-c-c-cold,” I said, emphasizing the first sound.
“C-c-c-c-hot,” came the triumphant response.
She will not say cold now under any conditions. It wasn’t always like this. Just a few weeks ago, when I opened the freezer, the cool mists came tumbling down and she, in awe, whispered, “Cold air.” But now? It’s all hot. Poor ‘yes’ has met with a similar fate.
We were discussing this odd phenomenon in the grocery store not long ago, as Evie played in the cart with a hot bag of frozen vegetables. “Why does she only say hot?” Megan asked me.
“Well,” I explained, “the hot and the cold are both so intense.”
She nodded understandingly. “You put them together. It just makes sense.”
Delaney walked ahead of us, shaking her head and pretending not to know us.
In the meanwhile, hot sometimes means cold, and no sometimes means yes. Also, if you haven’t seen Frozen, why not?
PS: My sister Jessie started a blog yesterday and her first post is great. She, too, is a convert to Catholicism, and mother to four lovely children. She’s got her own business that keeps her pretty busy, but I’m looking forward to reading her heart. You can find her here, at This Mother’s Heart.