We are transplanted northerners living here in the sweet, warm and mosquito-fested south! and loving it. But memories of the wonderful Wisconsin winters flooded my mind today. Oh the days of preparing my sweet little boys to go outside and play in the snow.
We started with the first layer of clothing ... the long johns.
As soon as I would get one boot on, two pairs of socks came off. When I finally got the socks back on, the toes would curl up so it was nearly impossible to get that final boot on. Finally all of the winter apparel was fastened down tightly. We were ready to meet Mister Frosty .... as we step out into the cold winter air, I hear a holler from one of those little wrapped up mummies. "Mommy...I have to go to the bathroom!"
oh bother. I holler out: "Wait just a minute!"