Of course that morning was the morning I decided to stop bringing his snow clothes with us every where we went, as he still hadn't used them. So he went out in his sweats until my Mom found a tote full of old snow pants. Then we threw a really old pair of my snow pants on him. They were huge and purple, but they kept him dry.
He did some sledding and there was even a little bit of a snow fight. Still he was ready to come in within half an hour. He is definitely my son, I hate being cold!