The four year old has no boots because he threw them in the pond back in the spring, ostensibly to "wash the mud off of them." He also has snow pants that are two sizes too small and a pair that are two sizes too big, but none that exactly fit. The intermediate pair must have gotten destroyed before they made it to "hand-me-down" stage. So today we opted for the two sizes too small pair in light of the fact that he will be wearing hand-me-down snow boots that are two sizes too big. No, not because we thought that snow boots would average out snow pants, but rather assuming that he'd probably like to have at least a snowflake's chance in the Sahara of being able to walk.
It worked out okay. The boot tops just met the pant bottoms, but this made him feel like his knees were vulnerable. So, welcome the solution of all true hill-billy snow warriors: duct tape. As I was taping around his knees, Abraham gave me the most dubious look I have ever seen on the face of a four year old.
I asked him, "Are you sad?"
Charlie, with his usual comic timing, chimed in, "Are you sad because you're never going to see your knees again!?"
Abe gave us both a look that could melt rock. "No," he deadpanned. "I just look weird."
It's these moments I live for.
Something you don't see every day: frozen mushrooms on the side of a tree:
And in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and... Blessed Christmas!
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