Ahh, teenagers.
So this morning, there is day-old snow still frozen to the ground, the 'actual' air temperature is 12F (-11C), with a wind-chill 'feels like' temperature of 0-1F (-17C), and the nephew wanted to argue with me about wearing his coat, hat, and gloves because: 'I look stupid.' I argued that what would be stupid would be NOT wearing a coat, hat, and gloves in this weather. And also, that I didn't care whether or not he thought he looked stupid, he was wearing the suckers. Especially considering he will be walking home from school with his uncle today. I informed him that his ticket to being allowed to commence said walk home from the school would be actually HAVING all three of these items on his person when he exits the school, or his uncle will send him back in to get them.
Of course, this means that he promptly 'forgot' his hat in the car when he got out of it to dart into the school this morning. Joke's on him though, because now it is in his uncle's bag, and will be plopped unceremoniously on his head when he starts the walk home this afternoon.
I say again: Ahh, teenagers. That very particular set of years when looking 'cool' is more important than getting frostbite. (I say this as someone who had to stand outside for an hour last night waiting to pick up a refill on Girl Scout Cookies for my troop. I was wearing a sweater, a coat, a scarf, a hat, and TWO pairs of gloves, and I STILL couldn't feel my fingers enough by the time I was done to hold onto a pen long enough to sign the paperwork. That'll teach me to forget my hand warmers next time...)
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Of course, this means that he promptly 'forgot' his hat in the car when he got out of it to dart into the school this morning. Joke's on him though, because now it is in his uncle's bag, and will be plopped unceremoniously on his head when he starts the walk home this afternoon.
I say again: Ahh, teenagers. That very particular set of years when looking 'cool' is more important than getting frostbite. (I say this as someone who had to stand outside for an hour last night waiting to pick up a refill on Girl Scout Cookies for my troop. I was wearing a sweater, a coat, a scarf, a hat, and TWO pairs of gloves, and I STILL couldn't feel my fingers enough by the time I was done to hold onto a pen long enough to sign the paperwork. That'll teach me to forget my hand warmers next time...)
Crossposted at http://skybound2.dreamwidth.org/1022143.html. Please leave your comments over there. (If you can't access that post, please comment here and I will add you to my reading list over there! Complicated enough yet?)