Mila has spent a LOT of her energy willing summer to arrive. She hoped and she wished and she asked every day, sometimes 30 times per day, if was summer yet. Somewhere around Memorial Day, I gave in and just started saying, "Yes, it's summer" because the kid isn't about to stop and listen to my explanation of the summer solstice and calendars and such.
June is close enough, right?
WRONG.
I had to wear a legit jacket to water the flowers earlier tonight. Not just long sleeves and pants, but A JACKET. And I was still cold. I probably could have worn a winter coat and been comfortable because our current weather is SO DUMB.
I knew today's weather would be dumb. The forecast said so. I've had low expectations for the past few months, in fact. I just assume the weather is going to be terrible. There's nothing we can do about it, really, so I'm embracing the crap.
Mila isn't.
This morning she decided she was wearing a tank top and shorts. No amount of Weather Girl lecturing would get through to her. She was insistent that it's now summer and she can wear shorts in the summer and whatever. I let her leave the house dressed like it's June in Pittsburgh or something.
Mila stepped outside this morning, clutching a waffle (OF COURSE) and ready to take on the universe. She made it half way across the driveway, froze in place, and turned right back around and marched her way back into the house.
"I'm not leaving until it's summer."
If only it were that easy, Mila.
