Naked in the Snow
Children have a creative and unfiltered view of the world. For some reason as adults we lose the ability to see things with wonderment.
I was at the pool with my six-year-old daughter, Mallory, the other day and I asked her if the water was cold. I knew the water had to be freezing after days of soaking September rain, but I really wanted to get her assessment of the situation.
I also needed an excuse not to go in the water. I figured if she told me it was too cold for her, it was clearly too cold for me. For some reason children seem to be impervious to cold water, especially when they are having fun. I on the other hand am not immune to being miserable in the pool when the air temperature dips below eighty.
"How cold is it?" I asked her looking up from the newspaper.
"It's cold," she said pulling her towel tightly around her small damp shoulders.
"How cold?" I pressed.
"Well, let me tell you. It's colder, colder than being naked in the snow," she said taking another hit off of her juice box.
"Wow that's cold," I said barely able to contain my amusement and sheer joy at the simplicity and accuracy of her answer. "Have you ever been naked in the snow?"
"No, but I think it would be really, really cold. Don't you?" she asked.
"I do baby, I sure do," I said pulling her close to me and wondering if it's something I might need to try some day.