The big independent 6th grader has never had to wrap a scarf around his face. This morning was different! It was 16 degrees outside and the little walk to the busstop from the house would send chills into the young lungs of my budding man. Try this nice scarf, darling.
How do I wrap it mother?
A darling word from an ever endearing sweetheart. I spent days on the busstops in freezing weather and never thought to ask how to tie a scarf around my neck. That is the difference between the eldest of many and the youngest of many. I should have taken that as a class in school, scarftying. I would have been a lot healthier had I been wiser in my childhood.
We rolled out of the bed and hobbled to school the couple of blocks and many days we got there as an iceblock. Mom yelled and told us over and over to wrap up. I forgot to ask that one important question that my Ezra taught me today.
How do I tie a scarf around my neck, mother?
Well, it is never too late to learn, eh?
