Dippin' Toes in the Snow

Here we are, March goes out like a lion (I've never really gotten the "in like a lion, out like a lamb" saying anyway) and dumps some measurable snow in our back yards. Damn! When is the mild weather coming. I ask for average temperatures of high 40s, is that too much to ask for? And a little boy who doesn't take his boots off in the back seat of the car...

Max has a tendency to kick his boots off when riding in the back seat. And his socks. This doesn't happen with any other of his footwear (thank goodness for double-knots!). It doesn't matter if we are going ten blocks or ten miles, they're off. Last night was no exception. And yesterday's snow was a heavy, wet dumping that just complicated the entire getting-in and getting out process. So there we were, finally home and Max was very satisfactorily swinging his bare feet and wriggling his little toes waiting for me to get him out of his car seat. I already had in my arms my handbag and his diaper bag--and now his boots and socks. It wasn't going to be easy for me to carry him around as well. So I thought, a lesson is to be taught her. I pulled him out of the seat and set him down, barefoot, onto the snow-covered driveway. Boy, did he holler! He was up so quick onto his tiptoes and clinging to my jacket hoping I would pick him up. But I did not. I grabbed his hand and he walked about six paces, all on his tiptoes. I then picked him up and carried him on. Every few feet to the house, I would lower him down and dip his toes into the snow. He yanked his legs up so fast so as not to touch the cold, wet snow again.

I think lesson learned. At least I hope.