Hey, they had grits at the commissary today! Yeah! Must be a sign that it's about time for us to go home. Eggnog, cream of wheat, chicken nuggets, ranch dressing, nutmeg, and ziploc bags, here we come!
Another sign that it's time for us to go home is that I was talking with the boys about cold weather. Well, not really talking with them as much as warning them.
"It's going to be really cold when we get off the plane, boys. We will have to wear long pants and long sleeves and coats."
Then Lawrence said, to my astonishment, "What's a coat?"
OK, time to go home.
It has also occurred to me that this will be Catherine's first experience with cold weather. I think the coldest she has ever experienced outside is about 68 degrees. I only have one pair of pants for her. All the rest of her clothes are sundresses or daygowns. Gramama, would you please bring the big blue bunting to the airport? We are going to need it.
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