It's freezing outside. No, that's not a figure of speech this morning. It's actually freezing. As in 32 or below. Frost on the cars, ground, and my fingertips.
Chloe still demands to ride the school bus with her friends, but has refused to wear her "big puffy pink jacket" on the grounds that she hates it cause it's just not cool enough. There's an oxymoron. However, she is willing to wear TWO jackets together, like the other kids.
Rather than fight this, I find it easier to just pick my battles, and say fine, but I pick the jackets. She's fine with this. She looks like an eskimo.
(ETA: apparently, my camera doesn't recognize that the dates changes at midnight)