WEATHERMOM

I'm known for reminding my children that I'm not a short-order cook... their maid... the waitress... etc...   Lately, however, Little Dude has forced me to add "I'm not WeatherMom!" to my litany.

Every morning, within 30 seconds of coming off the last step, the child asks me what the weather is going to be for the day.  Typically this is asked while he is standing by (a) the windows and (b) the door.  I'm trying to figure out what synapses I need to stimulate in the child in order for him to understand that he knows as much as I do... and all he has to do is (a) look OUT the window and (b) OPEN the door.  Plus there is also just the basic common sense element of it being Summer (hmmmmm.... Little Dude, do you think it will be warm today??) or Winter (Hmmmm..... Little Dude, does it really matter since you know you need to wear a coat anyway???).

I try to delude myself by excusing it -- I mean, after all, I do tell my spawn all the time that as a Mom, I know ALL.... but sometimes those delusions just don't cut it.  Sigh...