I guess I spoke too soon. It’s been snowing for most of the day. If Chuck had to write a paragraph about his favorite type of weather it would read exactly like Leta’s:
“My favorite type of weather is warm weather. I like that kind of weather because I don’t like to be cold. Cold weather isn’t fun for me.”
I don’t know why I get such a kick out of that, it’s not like I passed on an operatic voice or the ability to pick up a violin and play songs by ear. I passed on a dislike for cold and that makes me smile. As wide as as when I let these guys outside for their afternoon potty break and Chuck tiptoed through the snow like a fragile princess.