I WISH there was a rink in the basement

Carter wakes up this morning at like 2 AM and is upset, calling my name. I come in and lay down with him. Initially I only want to get him tucked in and go back to my own bed. He says he’s scared of the window. I tell him that’s OK and I’ll lay with him for a while. I cover him up and he’s shaking a bit. I ask him if he’s cold. He says yeah. Then he asks me “Make ice in house for hockey?” I laugh and tell him no dude, we’re not making ice in the house for hockey. It was pretty cold in his room. The temp dropped overnight and the A/C was still blasting pretty hard after it being 97 during the day. I let him cuddle up to me and we fell asleep.