"Sweater, n. Garment worn by child when it's mother is feeling chilly" Ambrose Bierce
Ah now how true is this? It reminded me of a recent walk I went on with Midge. It was a few weeks ago, we both were wearing plenty of layers but upon leaving school and heading on our 20 minute walk home, the heavens opened and we found ourselves submitted to a heavy downpour.
We both carried on, wet hand in wet hand, feet getting soaked and teeth chattering when Midge, who was shivering, looked up at me and said 'I wish I could get home quick mummy, I'm so cold' this was accompanied by the usual sad face that just pulls at the heart strings.
I took off my coat at that point and put it on Midge. We walked wet hand in wet hand, feet getting soaked, teeth chattering, my little girl in her oversized clothing and me.