It's snowing. We are on our way to Central park where the City will provide sleds and hot chocolate for all kids who cannot go to school (closed today).
Maya is kvetching about the hair combing: "Every morning the same thing"
Me:"I have two alternatives for you: we can do it in the evening or cut your hair"
"But then it would hurt me in the evening. And I don't want my hair cut"
Victor: "You are lucky. In my time, they didn't have conditioners"
Me: "In my times, they didn't ask me if I wanted my hair cut"
Maya: "I am glad I was born at the right time"
Now, on to Central Park!