My mom might sympathize, and laugh, when she finds out I am getting payback for my childhood ways. When I was a kid, my sister and I would not wear our coats. It could be a freezing, snowing, blowing blizzard and we would insist that we didn't need to wear a coat. We would just wrap our arms around our shivering shoulders and say we were fine.
Today we had our first snow of the season (a very light snow, you can't even see it in the picture!). Miles and Evan proclaimed it to be the best day of their lives and wanted to go outside to run around in the flurries. I ran after Evan with his puffy red coat, but he ran faster. I told him he couldn't be outside if he didn't have a coat on, and he ran away squealing. I even managed to put the coat on him and he unzipped it, let it slide down his body (because he didn't get it unzipped all the way) and stepped out of it. He told me, "I don't wear that coat!" So the snow dancing was only a brief moment, as the stubbornness beat out Evan's desire to be outside.
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Brrrrrrr! I can see the white of the snow on his pants. Stubborn, stubborn - I wish I was still stubborn enough not to feel the cold too though.
I love the image of you chasing him with his puffy red coat - it brings back all of the emotional memories of avoiding my coats in the past.
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