I'm Dreamin' of a White Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know!

So today was super windy, and whenever we got hit by a big blast my darling daughter protested vigorously. Who can blame her? Personally, I think wind is something that fits better in the summertime, and a breeze or blast would be welcoming to cool things down. This girl was especially upset this morning when it blew off her coat. Just too much for her delicate *heehee* personality to handle. When we headed out to go shopping this aft. she started weeping very loudly and raced back in the door.
"What's the matter Melanie?"
"It's snowing."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go it the van now, we have to go shopping."
So she does. And the snow is no longer traumatizing. Isn't it amazing what a simple logical statement can do for a two-year-old?


This dude, on the other hand, was thrilled with the change in weather. In fact, he didn't let up about it. Not even after a zillion of
"oh?'s
and
"really?"s,
and other standard I'm-not-really-listening-to-what-you're-saying comments. I even tried a new line
"See this little boy here (patted him), he's talked until my ears fell off, and now I can't hear anything anymore."
To which he said the standard
"oh?",
and commenced with the rest of his highly-enlightening-much-too-long-story-of-nothing-important-at-all which I just HAD to hear. I've forgotten it (hard to believe!), otherwise I'd repeat it for your reading pleasure. :p