My Name is Mom

Really today is not my day.

In addition to being unable to properly dress my children, I am insufficient in controlling the weather. You see, Molly is learning about the seasons. A year is 12 months and it is divided into 4 seasons. Each season should then be 3 months long. Minnesota does not play by the rules and that is very frustrating for someone who is just learning what the rules are. I can hardly blame her for getting frustrated. Here you are three years old and finally out learning about the world. Then, your mom puts you in an itchy shirt or you have a tag that doesn't sit right and bothers your neck (not to mention shoes that are too small and a jacket that doesn't cover your arms all the way). Next, your brothers continually ask you questions you couldn't possibly know the answers to. And, who really cares what 3 plus anything is. When you are three, there are only two important numbers...3, the age you are, and 4, the age you will be soon. Everything else is irrelevant. Then, your music isn't played in the car and no one cares that you have an actual seat belt now. To top it all off, you look outside and the weather is not doing what you learned about in school. It is enough to make a grown woman cry, so what should a three year old girl do? It goes something like this:

Molly: Mom, Why is there so much snow outside?
Mom: Because it is winter. We have snow in the winter.
Molly: It is NOT winter. Why does EVERYONE say that?
Mom: Because it is winter.
Molly: NO! Winter doesn't start until next week. It is fall still. It should look like fall outside.
Mom: Well, technically you are right but in Minnesota...
Molly: NO! It is fall. It should not be this snowy. Do something!

Now as a Mom do I A) Laugh B) Jump from the car screaming that I have produced another one or C) change the weather? You see my name is Mom not Mother Nature. I am not sure what I can do about the weather besides move to a state that actually experiences the seasons as they are stated on the calendar in three month blocks. (Does that state even exist? I should check before I promise that because she will hold me to it). In the end, I laughed and turned up the music to her favorite song. All was good.