We're months into it now, yet my children still somehow manage to forget on a daily basis what season it is; just the other day, two of my kids walked home from school without hats or gloves on. Oh, they had hats and gloves with them, zipped securely into their backpacks, and it was all of 23 degrees outside, and yet the thought of putting on their winter clothes never even occurred to them.
Maybe it's a rite of passage in the winter during childhood to lose all the sense in your head.
I know I was guilty of it myself as a kid; I distinctly remember running out of the house as quickly as possible so my mom couldn't slip empty bread bags over my feet before I put my boots on (and I also remember how uncomfortable it was to play outside with sopping wet socks on, yet I refused to learn my lesson). I regret nothing. So I suppose maybe it's a rite of passage in the winter during childhood to lose all the sense in your head, because it seems like every single kid does these kinds of ridiculous things when it snows:
1. Beg to go outside and then complain about how cold it is outside.
2. Beg to go sledding but then complain that the hill is too high.
3. Announce elaborate plans for building a snow fort when there's a quarter-inch of snow on the ground.