Living here, we are used to windows-open, breeze blowing through the moon roof, sun in our eyes one day and then SNOW the next. (Please, God, no snow tomorrow.)
My children are fine examples of this seasonal confusion. Ivy plays outside in a sleeveless dress and refuses a sweater- it’s BEAUTIFUL OUT! (She can’t really say that yet, but I know that’s what she meant when she said No.) And then there’s Gray, who insists on his winter parka because IT’S TOO WINDY and IT’S PROBABLY GOING TO SNOW ANY MINUTE NOW.
He has a point.
Related (somewhat): Gray told me yesterday that when he grows up he wants to be a police-doctor-farmer that rides a motorcycle.
Yep! Sounds like a region rat to me.