Gloves

It's finally getting cold here in the land of unbearable heat. And that means hats, coats, socks, shoes (instead of flip flops), scarfs, and sometimes gloves. Last year, we took walks even more often than usual. We always take walks but when I'm pregnant we marathon walk. I always feel better when I'm moving. So we'd walk the temple grounds because Vash loves the lights, but it was always late and dark and well... cold. So anyhow, we'd bundle Vash up in coat and blanket and hat and gloves. But not just any gloves. I guess they were more like Mittens. You know, where only the thumb is separate? Anyhow, we'd put those on Vash and he'd start doing the crab thing. Opening and closing his hands, watching them with utmost interest. It was funny for some reason. So we started to call them his pincers. "Vash, want your pincers?" He'd smile and do the crab thing, even without the gloves.