Reminded of how much she liked to play outside last week, she has wanted to everyday since. Unfortunately, the weather has been cold, rainy, windy and snowy. But a few days ago she was desperate, right around 6pm, which is when Angela and I generally start cleaning and getting ready for bed. She agreed to get bundled up and play outside by herself, knowing she could look inside and see someone in the kitchen. Lexi always wants us to leave the backdoor open like do starting in about June. So Ang spends about 15 minutes loading her up with boots, sweater, coat, hat, gloves, etc. so she can go play in her sand table. Sadly, we were approaching dusk, and it was therefore starting to get darker. Not dark, mind you, just darker. Well Lexi has recently become rather afraid of the dark and of the prospect of being left alone in the dark. So after maybe 5 minutes outside she rushes up the stairs of the deck to the back door and is pounding on the glass, frantic to be let inside.
Shivering, with tears running down her bright red cheeks, she clings to Angela and cries, "that was not so much fun."