The Boy Ain't Right

So I'm getting the gang ready on Sunday morning for a day out in Horsham, when I look out the window and see this in the back yard. While I appreciate the effort, I also can't help but wonder how this kids internal thermometer works. I mean, just days ago it was 86 degrees and tho the temps have fallen quite a bit, I'm not sure there was a need for gloves, scarf and wool hat (thanks Aunt Loretta!). Yet no jacket. This is also the kid that sweats so much in his sleep that his hair curls up. I guess I shouldn't be surprised.