Is It Winter, Mom?

There is little more endearing than four year old, D, asking about the seasons. She recalls sliding down the sledding hill at the nearby park when we lived in Wisconsin. That was nearly two years ago. We're now in TX, and she's been asking for two years, "Is it winter, yet?"

"When the snow falls, we'll go ride on the sled!" She is so excited! I try to explain that winter does come here, but snow is not likely. Perhaps an ice storm once every five years, but rarely snow. She wears her thick tights in the eighty degree weather here, refusing to take them off. And a sweater adorns every outfit! It's adorable that she remembers. Perhaps a trip north is in our near future.

-E-