Fun In The Snow

Last week it snowed. I am happy to report that this is no longer the dreaded event it once was because for the first time in my motherhood experience--all three of my children can dress themselves for snow play activities. Trust me--there is nothing more exhausting than putting on 3 pairs of snow overalls, 6 boots, 6 mittens, 3 hats, 3 scarves, 3 coats and then inevitably having one or more of the children come right back in to say they have to pee. I know it's cliche, but believe me--it happens every single time.
But this year everyone can dress themselves--it's wonderful!! So the kids spent all morning sledding and having a grand old time until I noticed Sam's lips were turning a lovely shade of blueberry and Emma was trembling (and not from excitement). I decided it was time to come in and warm up. As I was helping Sam get his wet snow clothes off (alas--we have not reached the point were he can remove the layers independently) he was very, very cold and soaked through to his clothes underneath. So I told him I would run a bath for him so he could warm up. He runs off to his room to finish getting undressed and I hear,

"Mommmiiieee . . . there's something wrong with mine pee-nus!!"

So I go in to see what the matter is, (although I have my suspicions) and discover Sam bent over examining himself and looking very concerned. "Where did mine pee-nus go?" he asks.
So here I am, trying to explain scientifically what happens to the male body when it gets cold, but I can see he 's not getting it. That's what I get for trying to share a little knowledge with my children. "Just go get in the bathtub--it will be fine. . .trust me."

I just can't imagine why not everyone wants to experience this.