At six-thirty this morning my younger daughter marched into the kitchen and announced to me that her older brother was out shoveling the snow off the driveway in his pajamas.
Youngest daughter had gotten a lecture from me this past summer for going out to play one morning in her nightgown and I guess she wanted to make sure the lectures were going to be fairly distributed.
'That's okay,' I replied. 'It's still dark out and he has a coat over top of them.'
'So, it's okay to be outside in your pajamas when it's dark out?' she asked.
'Yes,' I replied, 'but only in the mornings before seven and only when you're working and have a coat on.'
'Oh,' she replied. She left the kitchen satisfied with my answer.
My baby is now almost ten years old, I wonder how much longer I have before she realizes that I'm just making this stuff up as I go along?
Ah well, at least the walkway is cleared.