Chihuahua Boy

I haven't done a boy conversation in a while.

Boy:  "Hello."  Smiles at me.  

Me:  Look over my shoulder, smile back at him.  "Good morning."

Boy:  Stands there, arms crossed high on his chest.

Me:  Notices he's got goosebumps and he's trembling.  "Are you shivering like a chihuahua?"

Boy: Still smiling.  "Yeah."

Me:  "Put on a sweater."  I turn in my chair to face him.

Boy:  "Why?"

Me:  I have to pause to consider how to put this in terms he'll understand.  "Because you're cold."

Boy:  He thinks about this.  "What if I put on a hat?"

Me:  Maybe repetition will help.  "Or you could put on a sweater."

This morning he must be in an odd mood because he thought about it some more and then went to his room, presumably to put on a sweater.  Or I guess  he might have put on a hat, which would also work, but it would take a little longer.

Update:  He went to his room to read a comic book.