(Missing from picture: Jessica, who was crouched down out of the way avoiding the camera's line of sight, sporting her own pair of ghetto mittens).
I guess I had suppressed this memory way down deep into the nether-regions of my grey matter because it's been about 32-33 years since I thought of those mittens since Jessica came up with the idea to wear them yesterday. I was transported back in time and the memory surfaced.
When I was around Jacob's age, living in the worst section of West Orange, NJ, my mom used to make me wear socks on my hands in the winter (we were poor). Nothing like being humiliated as a child.
Frustratingly enough, my own children never put their gloves where they belong and they get lost. Jessica knew it was shameful to wear the ghetto mittens, but she wanted to stay outside in the baddest way. Jacob seemed to think it was cool. I worry about that.....