Despite the several inches of new snow, my oldest three pods are sleeping outside tonight. They are all bundled up, have good bags, are squeezed into a small tent and are fifteen feet from the house. They will be fine.
But, as they were preparing, this showed up:
"Mama? Can I sweep outside, too? I'm all weady!"
I told her, "No." You can join her in voting me the Meanest Mom Ever, if you want.