Sweet but smelly

When our house was under construction, we moved in with our grandparents for several months in a row. It must have been winter time. We went to school in our hometown, not that far from where our grandparents lived. Winters were colder back then than they are now. Or is that the vivid memory of the child I was then?

I remember coming home from school with ice cold hands. Grandma would call me in to lead me to the living area. She would grab my numb hands and clasp them in her armpits. That was her way to warm my hands. I can tell you: they were warm real fast! But the idea of my hands in those smelly armpits was less appealing.. It was sweet of her though and it's still a good memory..