One of my mother's favorite "kid" stories about when I was little has me, at about age 5, sitting out on the swingset on a blustery winter day, yelling into frigid onslaught, "God! Stop the wind!" Today--another blustery winter day--while walking to school and slipping and sliding all over the icy sidewalks, #2 finally had enough.
"Wind!" he hollered, "Stop blowing!!"
The wind persisted and continued to challenge us--the three of us barely managing to remain vertical while trudging towards the school.
"Mommy," he said sadly. "I don't fink da wind heard me."