During dinner, my son asks me why I'm shaking the ice around in my glass.
So I launch into an explanation about how 100 degrees is very very super super duper duper hot, 0 degrees is ice, 25 degrees is something warm, like his ham.
"But my ham is cold."
Okay, maybe your ham is 15 degrees.
And for good measure, one more example is that Ryan is 37 degrees.