Bear's pal came round tonight. I fuelled them up and left them to get on with it, just as I usually do, but not before giving bear's pal a joking complaint that in this weather, around 7 celsius or around 45 Fahrenheit, he thought it was a good idea to wander through the streets in just a short sleeved shirt.
I mentioned the concept of jackets and sweaters as bear and he chuckled, and obviously he took no notice of me. He's two years older than bear and already looking like a teenager. I know that nothing either me or his mother could say would convince him to wear anything more than a short sleeved shirt in quite cold weather. I know it's not cold cold but it's not warm either.
Bear is far worse than his pal. Sweaters and shirts get dropped wherever he sees fit as he just sheds as he goes. I have spent most of his life putting blankets back on him, insisting on a coat, insisting on a jacket or insisting he at least puts a t-shirt on. He does not feel the cold.
Lucky him! I feel the cold to a ridiculous degree. I huddle down with blankets and sweaters while bear looks at me in bewilderment and takes off his vest. He sometimes snuggles under blankets, but it's more for the cuddles than anything to do with temperature. I can see that I will spend around half of his teenage years trying to get him to wrap up.
In other words, it looks like bear will be a perfectly normal teenage boy.
I remember those days! Both with my kids and when I was a kid. Wish it was so easy to keep warm now. Sometimes I am so cold I go sit in a nice hot bath just to warm up. Sigh.
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