Jack was sick the other day. When I got home from work yesterday, I gave him a hug. He said, "Mommy, am I still hot?"
Me: "No, you don't feel hot to me."
Jack: "I mean, am I still hot like [boy Sarah likes]?"
My husband told me this from the day before:
Jack (lying in bed): "Dad, I'm hot."
D: "Well, take off the covers."
Jack: "Not that kind of hot. I'm hot like [boy Sarah likes]!"