"After dinner, I think that I should take you girls out for ice cream."
My six-year-old thinks about my statement for a moment, gestures outside toward the wintery conditions, and comments, "I'm not sure if it's a good day for ice cream because it's so cold and snowy. Maybe you could just give us cookies."
This marked the only time in my child's nearly 2,500 days of life that I questioned whether we were related.
You could warm my heart with just one click. Go on, warm my heart. (It's cold out there.)