Last night seeing the first flurries of the season falling, I thought I’d be waking up to them all day. So I bundled my children up in their winter gear and sent them on their way. Of course, it didn’t snow at all. So this morning, my illustration clearly spoke to me and is still talking back, fully stuffed saying, “Really, Mom? I can’t breathe. It’s hot in here.” And I confidently say back, “no really, it IS winter. You just wait!”
Watch out Weingartner children. It may be a long season, but hey, at least you’ll be warm.
Happy beginning of winter, everyone.