One day, I had a conversation with a boy (he was almost three years old) about the cold. We were looking through the window onto a snowy atrium. We were discussing what we decided to wear this morning. I told him I have black mittens, he told me that he had blue. I continued with telling him, that my mittens have five fingers. He paused for a moment and then replied: “My mittens have six fingers!”
Archives: winter
2011 14 Sep
Mittens
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