During my childhood, growing up in New York meant a love/hate relationship with cold weather. Basically, I wasn’t fond of the snow. Yet when Mother Nature blanketed our neighborhood with the cold white stuff, I’d venture outside for Winter fun with my friends. Still, once a mere sliver of snow made contact with my skin and slid down the back of my neck, I was done for the day. Besides, hot chocolate with marshmallows awaited and who was I to deny myself a superior experience? Now as a Dad, the paradigm has shifted. Once cold weather hits, I’m officially on the job.
It’s Cold Outside but I Can Take It