Friday, January 8, 2010
'"Coat, coat!" she chants. Lulie grabs at my elbow and waves a brown coat in circles. Never mind the bare feet, she's suiting up.
"Oh honey, you don't need your coat. Go play." She's a whirlwind of clothes. Froofy dresses, sister's socks, brother's unders pulled up to the waist through one leg-hole, a shirt or pants from two seasons back, she loves fashion.
Now, a lap or two around the house, she's back, "COOoat, ME!"
"Do you think you're going outside?"
"YEAH." She grins.
I sigh and wriggle pudgy arms into the coat. Still no shoes.
"Help-me, help-me." She gestures toward the kitchen. "Help-me, help-ME."
As I round the corner a gust of wind blows through the window. "JANE," I call. The window is WIDE open, no screen. "Janie, WHERE are you?"
Lulie's climbs onto the table bench, barrels up to the window bare feet and January frost no deterrent. "We're OUTSIDE, Momma!" Janie calls. "We climbed THROUGH the window!" Over the table and through the window, proud as punch, a practically perfect day.