A Cold Day at Home

I woke up with a chill. My bedroom was usually colder than the rest of the house (I like it that way) but today it seemed especially cold. I trudged down the stairs to see what was going on. Even colder down here. My dad was in the kitchen. He knew I sensed the cold, "When I woke up in the basement I was 2 degrees away from being an icicle." I laughed. "Is the heater on?" As if on cue, my mom came in, "The heater isn't on!" So we went down stairs to turn it back on. In no time at all, our house was nice and cozy again. But, all throughout the day we had the question, 'Who turned it off?' Probably my dad when he was trying to turn the heat up.