Cold arm

So my daughter who is my best friend in life is obsessed with my “cold arms“. She will come and just hang off my arms at random moments of the day, she nuzzles her little face in my cold arms and she searches for them at night. When she doesn’t find them in her bed in the middle of the night, she stomps up the stairs to my bed and stands at the foot of the bed like a freaky little poltergeist and screams out “I want cold arms”. It honestly scares the life out of us to wake up to a little person staring right at you in the middle of the night. Sometimes I tell her – your father has cold arms, go and cuddle his cold arms for a change, as I‘m trying to prepare dinner and he is just sitting there doing a puzzle. Chump. Her response is – his arms aren’t cold. I’ve felt his arms. They are cold. I think cold arms is code for fat arms. I don’t know whether to be offended or offended. But I better start getting on those push ups (see Push ups and the Chump) if I don’t want to be insulted by a child.