Eighteen Degrees

It was 18 degrees (Fahrenheit for my International readers) when I got up this morning. A high of 37 degrees. Hello, winter.

Yet, after school, I still heard “Mama, can I play with [my friend]?”

And I said yes! Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.

Actually, this girl, who seemed to love being out in the cold, may have lost her mind. Or found her Ukrainian heritage.

Carrying all of his stuff and Lena’s stuff. What a gentleman!

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