by G. Sax
I'm not sick of winter. I wear boots. I have a garage. I can still go to Minnesota Wild hockey games. I understand the skyway system. I don't walk to school anymore. I don't have a paper route anymore. I'm not worried about how my hair looks anymore. Those who complain will complain about anything. Or they're 12.
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LOL I must be 12. I can’t wait until spring.
Winter stinks!
Sincerely,
Chicago
OR they know what a hassle it is to bundle up small children (after finding all the needed boots, gloves, scarfs that always seem to wander off) and then walk the children to the car as they whine about how they are too cold to walk by themselves and want to be carried and then lift them in their bulky, slippery snow suits into their seats. And repeat most of this process each time you get in and out of the car.