It's Snowing

It's snowing and Dr. Pediatrician took Ms. Crazy Preschooler to Menards to get her out of the house. Because she has cabin fever, she gave us trouble about changing out of her princess dress into normal clothes. Because she has cabin fever, she gave us trouble about putting on sensible socks. Because she has cabin fever she gave us trouble about snow boots and a winter coat.

"OK" said Dr. Pediatrician. "I guess it's summer. Put on your swimsuit. We'll go swimming outside."

"OK" I said. "Find your flip flops. It's summer. You can wear those."

She LOOKED at us like we'd hatched from Planet Pluto.

And then she quietly disappeared and we got busy doing something with the Noahmiester. Dr. Pediatrician went upstairs to find a sweater before he left from Menards. I got up to get a drink of water. "Hey," he called down the stairs. "Maybe you'd better check on S-A-R-A-H.

I looked in her room, and there she was, sure enough, clad in a turquoise swimsuit, looking for her flip flops.

I walked back to the stairs, "Uhm!" I said loudly.

"I knew it!" came the fatherly cry. "Fix it!"

"Nope. It was your idea. You fix it." I stated in a fit of giggles.

"Ok, let's go to Menards!" called Dr. Pediatrican cheerfully.

"You said we were going swimming," stated Ms. Crazy Preschooler at the door.

"Nope, we're going to Menards."

"Well, Dad, I can't go to Menards like THIS! I need a sundress!"

So back she went into the recesses of her room to search for a sundress. She never did find the flip flops so she settled for socks and tennis shoes, and on her way out the door, she grabbed her winter coat and looked me in the eye and said, "It's OK, Mom, some people wear coats even in the summer."

And away she went, legs bare, to Menards. Hopefully they have no car trouble.