Butternut Woolens

This morning at breakfast:

Me: ...blah, blah, and don't forget to wear snow pants this morning.

Boy B: No, I don't want to wear snow pants, they feel funny. Whine, whine, whiney whine...

Boy A: Do we have to? It's not that cold.

Me thinking: Hmmm, I wore a mohair hat to bed last night and listened to the thunk of the furnace coming on and off, on and off, accompanied by the high pitched whistling sound of money being sucked out of my checking account.

Me: It's still dark, but I think it's pretty cold.

Boys: Check the weather!

This is our morning routine which culminates with me showing them the page for our town on the weather.com website.

Boy A: What the...? Minus 10 degrees?

Boy B: rolling around on the floor fighting his snow pants: It's not THAT cold.