Wet mittens

At sunset, February 1, 2022, at our Maine homestead, I have 8 pairs of wet mittens plopped in my kitchen to dry fireside, none of which are mine, nor are any my husband's. Last I checked, we only had three kids. Let's face it, the fire cannot tackle these dripping mittens. And so, this is how winter fun goes...

Boot and mitten dryer=best purchase ever. They will be needing mittens first thing tomorrow, as  I suspect they will roll out of bed and be back out of doors straight away.  I will systematically rotate these mittens through the mitten dryer tonight, and check the boots while I am at it. I predict another pile of wet mittens tomorrow night and I will again be drying them, my heart full of joy from these childhood moments at play.