Let It Snow. Seems like such an innocuous phrase. I mean, who doesn’t love a good snowstorm?
I remember praying REALLY hard for snow days as a kid.
I remember the thrill of snow days when I was a teacher.
Now I’m the parent of a school age child, and I pray for the snow to STAY AWAY. Unfortunately, we live outside of Chicago, which has a history of, well, snow. I dread January and February each year, because we typically have AT LEAST one whopper of a storm.
This year, we’ve already had a bit of snow. Not a ton, but enough to cover the ground. It did all melt, but then we got more today. Sweet Son #1 and The Manimal, being typical kids, are so doggone excited to see snow that they can somehow manage to make snow fun with even the smallest dusting.
Last week, SS#1 asked if he could put a snowball in the freezer. I laughed to myself, because what kid doesn’t dream of having a snowball in July?
Apparently though, they’re either making plans for a major ambush or planning on building an igloo, because the snowballs have multiplied.