I’d given Mom and Dad a matching set of electric lap blankets. Dad glowered. “You think we’re old and feeble.” “Mom got me something for the cold!” I protested. “It’s only fair.” Dad immediately plugged his in, so he obviously wasn’t too offended to enjoy a cozy lap.
Hrmp. Fuck needing to keep your lap cozy. Hands and feet, those are the problem.
