Another Cold Day
It was 20 degrees when Bradley and our car pool companion, Kathryn, made their way to the car from school the other day. Kathryn sat beside me in the front seat. “Aren’t you cold?” I said, eyeing her knee-length pants and skimpy sneakers.
“Yeah,” Bradley said from the backseat, “what’s with the capris?”
“They’re not capris,” Kathryn said, “they’re leggings.” She paused. “You BOY.”
As for me, I was impressed that my son knew enough to refer to her pants as capris and not “shorts.”
