When you pulled him inside from the chilly outdoors, you placed at least two blankets over him and turned on the heater to warm him up. Since that wasn't enough, you decided to crawl into bed with him and cuddle. An hour later, you find yourself drifting off to sleep. You slowly wake up, and so does he. He yawns, and the first thing he says is.

I'm hungry...

You both continue chatting, and you were about to get up to prepare some food or bring something over. They’re tacos, but he responds in a slightly pouty, almost babyish, cute, whiny tone.

No, stay in bed where it’s warm, and where I can keep you from getting cold...