KIDS!!!


B has a problem with cold weather. Well, actually, she doesn't have the problem, her Mom and I do. You see, B thinks that wearing a jacket is about the same torture as being eaten alive by a three toed sloth. Hmmm, where did that analogy come from? Whatever. It fits.

The other morning, I was taking her to school and we finally made it out the door, after much flailing and whining about being too hot. She wasn't too hot and it had been in the low 30's that night, so she was going to wear a jacket. Finally, she agrees and we head out the door.

I point out we can see our breath. She still says she is hot and the insulation from her lightweight jacket is surely going to cause her to spontaneously combust.

We get to the car. Ice is covering the windshield. That fact doesn't faze B. I have to scrape the ice off my windshiled, which, although B finds that pretty cool, still does not alter the fact that she is burning up in her jacket.

Halfway to school, from the backseat, I hear B.

'Scott, can you turn the heater up? I'm cold.'


  ¶ 5:24 PM