Mommy, carry me. It's cold.
It's freezing!
I'm freezing.
I'm freezing like a popsicle!
...Can I have a popsicle???
Friday, January 29, 2010
thought process of a three year old
We walked back from the school bus stop this morning in blisteringly cold six (SIX!) degrees. Abby was not enjoying the weather and neither was I. Here's what she said:
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