To provide Oriana with a little early morning relief, FringeBoy walked outside clothed in a long-sleeved T-shirt and wet head. He returned moments later with a smile on his face and a story about the weather.
“Spring must be coming soon.” He said. “There were just birds chirping.”
Skeptically I glanced toward the thermometer. 15.2 degrees. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that there are no birds within a two hundred mile radius.
It is nice to know that hope and birds are living in his little head. That famous chubby groundhog has nothing on my cute little boy. I only hope he doesn’t see his shadow this evening.