First cold day of the year. These are last year’s hats and it’s clearly time to step up from size 18-24 months for Whit.
As we drove down Walden Street, which is being ripped up, Whit commented on how bumpy it was.

me: “Yes, I biked down this street last night to dinner and it was very bumpy.”

Grace: “You biked to your dinner last night?”

me: “Yes, I did.”

Grace: “Were you wearing a fancy dress?”

me: “No, but I was wearing fancy shoes, and my feet were cold!”

Grace: “That’s cool, Mum.”

me: “Really, Grace? You think I’m cool?” (major surprise)

Grace: “Well, if you do cool things.” (her skepticism betraying her opinion that last night was a one-time foray into the realm of cool)