Once again, she was sitting on my lap, shivering away, so I decided to look at the thermostat. 62F and the sun hadn't set. I put her red sweater on her. Then I thought, "Maybe I should turn on the heat, since we have people coming over tonight."
My own family tends to get told things like, "It's winter; it's supposed to be cold," and, "Use a blanket," but company gets the furnace turned on.
Trixie let me take a couple photos, but she was really thinking, "Let me back on your lap, Mom!" That's where she is right now, happy as can be.