Fun Travels !

Husband and I have loaded up the residents of the NutHouse for a Thanksgiving trip. We're visiting his family in his Indianna hometown.

the trip itself was smoother than we thought it would be- the kids were incredibly well behaved, and even the dog was very mellow, hoarding half the storage area of the truck with her bedding and bones.

We discovered very quickly how much colder it was north, than at home.

it was 56 degrees at home when we left.
it was 32 degrees when we arrived in Indianna.
and dropping quickly, preceeding the sleet/ rain / wind .

the wind chill took it down to about 19 degrees. yea. COLD.

Husband got up very early our first full day in, and decided to find a store for some supplies. Son went with him. They wisely, found Son a set of gloves.

Later the children and husband went for a stroll in the woods, with my brother in law- showing the kids thier old stomping grounds on the farm.
I could hear the frozen ground crunching as they walked away from the house. ( i do mean GROUND, not grass, as the MUD freezes here, and crunches just like frozen grass would)

They returned about 30 minutes later.

Son made a beeline for the house.

he came in, took off his new gloves, threw them down on a chair, and said ,
"MAMA ! these gloves DON'T WORK!"

what??

"my gloves don't work, we should take them back to the store! "

why don't they work hon?

"they must be broken or sumpthin"

baffled ,I ask again " whats wrong with them?"

his reply " they don't WORK! my fingers are frozen !! "

it was impossible not to giggle.

of COURSE your fingers are cold. it doesn't mean theres anything wrong with your gloves, it means its REALLY REALLY COLD out there !!!

the child regarded me as if I was clueless, and was just "talking crazy".

i suppose it wouldn't be the first time.