It's a little chilly, n'est-ce pas?

"My feet are cold," I whined. Hubby gave my feet a disdainful glare. "What were you thinking?" He asked. "Did you not check the weather for Montreal this weekend?" "I was thinking," I sniffed, "that it wouldn't be nearly this cold." "What's the temperature anyhow?" Asked my older son. "Minus 17 Celsius, without the windchill." "And you decided to wear running shoes?" My son raised an eyebrow. "Did you at least bring a pair of boots?" I hunched my shoulders. "No. My feet are cold." No kidding. Duh.