I looked for snow boots for Ben in a desultory way and then, suddenly, we had a surprise December snowstorm and Ben still didn't have boots. Fresh air is mandatory at our house. What to do?
I hazily recalled something my mom did when I was a kid. So I put a pair of socks on Ben, pulled plastic bags over his socks under his snowsuit, put on another pair of socks and then his rain boots (the very cool ones from Paris!). He stayed dry if not very warm.
My dad grew up in a big farming family with no money to spare for snow gear. Dad told me he used to wrap burlap around his legs and tie it with baler twine before hogging around in the snow. My mom thought that was too Valley Forge for her style; I was thinking Russian peasant. Ben did not look that peculiar, and fortunately, I hit ebay with determination and his new snow boots came in the mail today.
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