|On the way there (coat on).|
Case in point: Today we went to the Ann Arbor Hands On Museum. We were getting ready to leave and I told Abby it was time to put on her coat.
It was about 40 degrees and windy outside.
"Are you sure? It's really cold."
"NO JACKET! NO!"
I made up my mind that she would go outside without a coat and - once she determined she was cold and that it was a silly decision to defy me - she would ask me to put it on and a good lesson would be learned.
So Tom, Abby, Jack and I walked outside, the kids in the stroller.
We walked a block toward the parking structure. Wind howling.
I looked at Tom with my eyebrows raised and finally mouthed, "Has she said anything?"
He shook his head.
We continued to the structure and not a peep from Abby. People walked by us with a look on their faces I would probably give other parents whose child wasn't wearing a coat in 40-degree weather.
We ended up making it all the way to the car and she never even mentioned being cold.
The little stinker.
Conclusion: Abby is either the smartest and most manipulative child in the history of the world ... or she is cold-blooded.