My Perfect Husband

We have just finished cleaning up from dinner. The boys are running around the living room pushing and pulling various toys, dumping out the Lego, climbing through their IKEA tunnel. Cole suddenly flops down on the carpet and scoots to the kitchen tile. He lays on his tummy, pressing his face against the cold tile floor, and announces “KOW” signifying cold. My husband flops down right beside him and they both lay there, faces on the kitchen floor telling each other that it is “KOW”.