Genetic Disorder

There is something seriously wrong with Hugh. He thinks that the winter here "isn't that bad." In fact he really enjoys the numb, stinging sensation of icy wind ripping around his nose. He uses the word "fun" to describe fishtailing on snowy roads. And the smell of old car heater makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. I thought these might all be symptoms of some breed of insanity brought on by growing up in the frozen tundra of the Midwest. However, as we headed out to the park this morning, clad in sweaters and jackets, Asher announced, "I love the cold!" So I'm thinking the disorder might actually be genetic. I think it passed over Simon, though. This is how he feels about the cold weather approaching: I guess he and I can shiver together.