Across the aisle from me sat the 7 year old class. Four boys and one girl. I remember those days. . . That one little girl sat slightly apart at the end of the row with her arms crossed in front of her. She gave a slight shiver and the little boy sitting next to her noticed.
"Are you cold?" He asked as he began to shed his outer layer.
"No," she replied. "I'm fine. Just got the chills."
"Are you sure?" He pressed, the outer shirt almost off.
"I'm sure." And back on went the shirt.
I need to meet this boy's mother and tell her what a good job she is doing raising her son.