Cory and I have one on-going argument in our marriage. Body temperature. He's always hot; I'm always cold. A couple years ago, he bought me an electric blanket. I LOVE this blanket. He DESPISES it. It's miserable to be hot in the middle of the night, but it's also miserable to be cold.
The boys, on the other hand, seem perfect. Espcially with their slippers.
Stay warm! (Or cool.)