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Carol Perkins: What goes around . . .

Texas grandchildren, unaccustomed to arctic Metcalfe County winter, remain intact, despite anxious grandmother Perkins' tap on the window to come inside, and a verbal yell about getting frostbitten.
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By Carol Perkins

I yelled as they went out the door, "You're gonna freeze!" They didn't look back or respond. With temperatures in the teens, I turned to their parents. "They don't need to be out there. Do you know how long it takes to get frostbitten?"

I didn't know the answer, but they didn't know that I didn't know. "I don't want one of them losing a toe." They looked at each other and then at me. "You can bet they'll be right back through that door in a matter of minutes," Jon (our son) said. Carla only went along with Jon because she didn't want JC to sit on the couch and be scared for life because he didn't get to fly his drone with the rest of them.

I saw my grandchildren running around the backyard, chasing the drone, and in a minute Noah and Luke were tossing a football. Eme picked up green pine needles and shaped them like a fan. Wrapped from head to toe, they didn't seem bothered by the cold, but I knew frostbite was a sneaky demon. I tapped on the window and motioned them inside. They pretended not to hear or see me. I stepped out the door and onto the porch. "Don't you think you better come inside?" Their response was predictable. "In a minute. It's not that cold." Their breaths showed otherwise.

Resigned that I might have a finger or toeless grandchild, I surrendered and moved away from worry. Within five minutes, they came through the backdoor, shedding hats, gloves, and coats. Their body parts were intact.

My Texas grandchildren are not accustomed to cold weather, so their dad evidently thinks they need a Daniel Boone experience. A man such as he would have tromped through the mountains regardless of the weather looking for bear. He would have chopped snow covered wood to keep the family warm and waded mud to feed his cattle. None of which are in the future of any of these kids. If they lived on a farm where being out in the cold was a MUST, they would have not been so anxious.

When I was their age, I was roaming the field behind my house with my brother and cousins. When snow fell, we were out far longer than my mother wanted us to be. She, too, tapped the window and motioned us inside. We, too, pretended not to notice. Now I know how my mother felt those many years ago. What goes around...I believe I've said that before now!

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