Hot. Like the Sun

My son has a tendency to develop patches of eczema on his legs.  We are currently working to rid him of a decent one and the other night, I was doing the evening check and application of cream.  When I touched his leg, he flinched, and I asked him if it hurt …

“No mom, your hand is HOT!”

“My hand is hot?”

“Yes!  Stop touching me, it’s hot!”

So I carefully applied the cream and we finished the bedtime routine.  As we were walking down the hall to his room, I put my hand on his back and he freaked again.

“Mom!  You are HOT!”

(go ahead … I thought it too … but he quickly clarified …)

“Not hot like ‘hubba-hubba,’ but hot … like the sun.”

I’ll take it.  At my age, hot is hot, however you qualify it.