Cubby and I have had many, uh, spirited discussions this winter about putting on appropriate clothing to play outside. He just does not want to wear what a normal person would put on to stay warm in the winter. He insists he likes being cold.
Given his penchant for arguing and pigheadedness, I have not been convinced by this statement.
I gave up on the mittens a long time ago. I very rarely insist on his insulated hiking boots, instead letting him put on his flimsy rubber boots (which do have the benefit of requiring no assistance from me to get them on and off). I don't always make him wear his hat. Usually I manage to get his coat on him, at least.
Then last weekend, A. had to go to the north country for something and he took Cubby with him. There was two feet of snow on the ground up there in the Adirondack Mountains, and more was falling when they arrived. A. opened the car door and Cubby shot out of the car right into the snow in nothing but his boots, pants, and sweater. No coat. No hat. No mittens. No snow pants.
He spent almost an hour floundering around in the deep snow in no protective clothing whatsoever, exclaiming, "This is GREAT!"
When A. and Mr. Jason were sugarin' this past Wednesday, which required standing outside all day in a disgusting and bone-chilling mixture of snow and rain, Cubby asked to go outside and then spent the next three hours splashing through freezing puddles and getting totally soaked, down to his underwear.
He came inside with his legs red from the cold, happy as can be, and informed me that he loves getting cold and dirty.
Right. I get it. He likes to be cold. Fine.
At least this means I no longer have to spend ten minutes wrestling him into snow gear every time we go outside.