The past two days have been some combination of rainy, snowy, windy, and chilly. And the past two days, Lilly has pitched screaming, hanging-from-the-doorknob fits that we can't go outside to play. Tomorrow it's supposed to be sunny in the high forties, but I won't be here. Thursday and Friday are back to cold and dreary. Something tells me we'll go out anyway. In the meantime, I've tried every tactic, and she just wants to go outside. I can almost hear her adding an expletive to her demands, which she's picked up from daddy--though I think it's mostly been eradicated from her vocabulary.
So, when does the age hit when they realize, it looks pretty awful out there, I think I want to stay inside?