So I hear the Northeast is experiencing a bit of a snow flurry. Nevertheless, the boys and I got bundled up for our morning adventure – gloves, scarves, and a Cheshire Cat hat for me – it was 34 degrees and cold.
While out and about we encountered a fellow parent. The expected mundane chatter about weather ensued. The frozen tundra blanketing the other side of the country came up.
“I guess they’re Finding Nemo,” I chortled. (I know, I’m sure there are PLENTY of terrible puns going around. But that’s what happens when the media nicknames a storm “Nemo.”) Continue reading