Well, winter is almost here. Now, I like Christmas, but I sure dread all of this cold, nasty weather.
Days like this aren’t meant for a growing boy. I was made for clear warm days, when I can be outside playing, and out of Mama’s way.
You know, this dreary weather isn’t lessening my chores at all.
In fact, Mama, because she’s keeping a closer eye on me, is staying on top of stuff.