February 2010 Archives

Jude had a habit of losing gloves.  He used to have a pair of black & red gloves with Darth Vader gloves that matched his Darth Vader hat, but he lost one.  He had a spare pair of plain black gloves, but eventually those also disappeared.  We went through this last year as well with several pairs of mittens and a few pair of gloves.

One morning when he had lost most of his gloves, Chris was about ready to hand over his good heavy playing-in-the-snow gloves, when I put my foot down.  "No," I said, "he's not going to keep losing gloves, especially not the ones he needs for sled riding and snow play."

Sure gloves cheap to replace, but if I keep replacing them he won't value the things we give him. 
It was time for him to learn his lesson. "Jude, I'm not replacing your gloves anymore.  You need to find your gloves or you'll have to borrow your sister's old gloves."  I held up a beat-up pair of Hello Kitty gloves and the search was on.

After several minutes of searching for his Darth Vader gloves, we found Jude's older pair of black and gray gloves from last year instead.  We were ready to leave, so I told Jude to hurry up and put them on.  Puzzled, he tilted his head, looked up at me and said, "These are not the gloves we're looking for."
Chris walks up behind me and replies to Jude, "You can go about your business."

The snowforts you build in your mid-thirties are not as fun as the ones you build as a kid:

  • Parts of your body ache that used to only ache when you had growth spurts.
  • No one makes you hot chocolate. You have to make it yourself. So it's it's one more thing to add to the list.
  • It's about letting people pass through, not keeping people out.
  • It's all about obligation, not fun.

So why are the adults still outside long after the kids who have young bodies are supposed to be enjoying this crap?

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