Frostbit

“You know I don’t like it when you wear those fingerless gloves, hon…”

“Mom, I’ll be fine. Plus I can’t text if I wear other gloves.”

“What about those texting gloves Aunt Paula got you for Christmas last year?”

It’s the same spiel every time. “Don’t forget to wear a hat! Are you wearing extra socks? You know it’s gonna be cold out today!” My mother exclaims throughout the house as if we had moved to North Dakota yesterday. The same warning of the dangers of the arctic wilderness of suburban North Dakota. But today I was already halfway out the door before she had reminded me to wear boots instead of high top converse. Continue reading “Frostbit”