A series of vignettes to illustrate the arrival of winter in the South.
Conversation between me and Mini. Scene: his bedroom at tuckin last night.
Me: blah, blah … And I laid your clothes out for tomorrow. It’s going to be cold and rainy, so you need to wear socks.
Him (distraught as only a disappointed 5 year old who has been told to wear socks can be): But it was cold and rainy today!
Me, laughing: Yes, honey, it’s turning into winter. It’s going to be like this for a while.
Him: but I don’t like this! I want it to be warm again! (Throws himself face first in his pillow. Queue visions of when he’s 15 instead of 5.)
Thinking to myself: you and me both, kid.
My favorite FB status ever, from a friend who lives on the beach talking about her 3 year old: “M, upon putting on pants this morning, asked, “Why are my shorts so LONG?”
Chatting with a coworker in Maine this morning:
Him: How’s the weather down there?
Me, after thinking for a moment: Cold, but nothing that would impress you.
Him: Probably not.