As Alex was meandering through the snowbanks to the car yesterday he stops dead in his tracks and declares "My eyes are cold" then throws up his mittened hands to cover his eyes. He remains standing in the snowbank with his eyes covered until I compose myself and stop laughing long enough to retrieve him.
It was 2 degrees when we went from the house to the car. Right now it's -19 degrees. It's the kind of cold that when you sniff your nostrils stick together for a few seconds.
I love my little boy and his sentences.
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