I think I've mentioned that Leah had a mom-diagnosed case of seasonal depression this last winter. Nearly every day she would say one of two things: with a big heaving sigh, "Mom, is it ever going to be Spring?" and "I hate the snow and I hate the cold!"
The other night Matt and I were discussing the amount of rain we've had this season. At some point I said, "I hope that just because we've had such a mild summer we won't have a really yucky winter."
Leah immediately exclaimed, "Stop talking about winter!"