It is apparently 26 degrees outside- which is the high for the day. But I haven't been brave enough to go out there yet, so I'm relying on The Weather Channel to tell me the truth. They are generally pretty good at that.
A few days ago, it was 43 degrees one afternoon when we took Lily outside. Well, I didn't know it was 43 when she first went out. It looked sunny so when I sent her out.. I thought her outerwear was fine- sweatshirt and sweater lined with fleece. Jason brought her back in for a hat and mittens. And that was fine. With me anyway.
When I came outside, Jason wouldn't stop complaining about how cold it was. About how cold Lily was. About how I needed to go back inside to get her gigantic winter jacket. It's not that cold I kept saying. And I asked her- she said she wasn't cold. Plus she was running around like a maniac. But he wouldn't let up. I checked the temperature.. 43. But, Jason was adamant that was a lie. I suggested he check the gauge in his car. He refused. Hmm.
I mentioned that perhaps he was the one that was under-dressed.. with his half shaved head, lightweight jacket, and pants he wears all year round. That idea was met with something along the lines of "whatever" and that I just wasn't cold because I'm pregnant.
After I told him Lily was fine (for the 8 millionth time) and that it wasn't that cold out.. he told me that when she gets sick I'm going to have to take care of her. Which was no kind of news flash.
Aren't mothers supposed to be the ones that are convinced their children are going to freeze to death if they aren't bundled up to the point of being unable to move? And fathers would just send kids out in a t-shirt and say "they'll be fine"..?
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