Mom took these pics of me terrorizing the neighborhood as T-Rex with my dinosaur snowshoes. I stamped the whole neighborhood. Notice my hands tucked into my sleeves - this was because I refused to wear mittens. Cut to 1/2 hour later, tears streaming down my face shouting "WHY? WHY!" shaking my pink fists into the air. Mom suggested we walk up town to buy a hot chocolate which warmed me up immediately. I talked her into an ice cream, we shared mittens on the way home, and had a great walk, chatting how to find north, south, east and west.
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Great post! Harry's friend Sam often refuses to wear mittens, too, and he's 9 years old. Why, why? indeed.
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