I can see my breath at the breakfast table

Today was the first cold, cold morning of fall. Without the heat turned on, our house was a chilly 58 degrees this morning, and as each kid got out of bed, I quickly threw on the socks and sweat jackets over them and greeted each one with a mug of cocoa. It worked--each one immediately cheered up and warmed up. At one point I looked at them, all with their hoods on, bent over their cocoa, like "down on their luck" fellows. But soon, one made monkey sounds and I knew it was my own kids.