Spring lasts for about three days in New England. Today is one of those days. The kids are in shorts but carrying a sweatshirt, the grass isn’t a giant muddy pit, and I’m busy assembling salad. “I’m actually warm!” says Will the 4-year-old. This is a small miracle because he’s notoriously cold all the time. This winter, despite the temps outside, he refused (as good toddlers do) to wear his hat and mittens. In the car he cried, “But I’m freezin’.” I told him that next time he’d wear his hat and mittens and zip his coat and he’d be warmer. “Well,” he said and paused, trying to find a solution, “Couldn’t I just crawl back in your uterus to keep warm?”
Shhh and have some chopped salad.