I was just eating dinner with Lila and she asked where I was born, as we had been talking about grandparents and how Chey and I are the children of Lila’s grandparents.

“Way up north,” I said. She uses that phrase to tell people where Grandpa Ron and Grandma Donna live.

Lila hunched her shoulders and clutched her hands together, as if freezing. “Ooh, and it’s so so cold, and there are penguins.”

I laughed, “Well, it’s not that cold. There aren’t any penguins there, silly.”

“Well, not cold for you, but cold for the penguins. And there’s icebergs,” she says.

I’ve told her that it’s nice and warm there sometimes too, but that concept never seems to stick with her.