Yesterday my daughter and I took the dog for a walk on a path through the woods near our home. It was a beautiful day that came after all that rain. The temperature was hovering around 60 and the sun was shining brightly, but there was a fairly stiff breeze.
It wasn’t quite a jacket day, but we were a bit shivery in sweatshirts and jeans. In fact, my daughter complained the entire time that she was FREEZING. We went a mile or so and then turned around to come back because she was visibly shivering and was clearly miserable.
Conversely, my other daughter wore a t-shirt and gym shorts to track practice yesterday. I told her to bring a sweatshirt, but she insisted she’d be warm enough. In fact, after practice, she went to a windy playground to shoot baskets until dinnertime. When I went to pick her up, even I was cold, but she was fine.
This all got me to wondering… my freezing daughter was born on the sunny California coast. The gym-shorts-wearing daughter was born in Rhode Island during a snow storm. My son, who is always cold, was born in Virginia.
Is there a connection? Probably not, but I like to find a reason for everything, and this is all I can come up with.
Either that, or they're all just weird. And I do know the reason for that - they all take after their dad.
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