Snow Day!

If you can believe it--IT SNOWED about 4 inches right here in Melissa, Texas. We were very excited about this precipitation. Well at least the majority of us was excited.

I fell asleep to snow falling furiously on Monday night and then woke up to a sparkling beauty of white snow on Tuesday morning. Brett came into our room to tell me he was making french toast for breakfast because it was a special-snowy-late-start-for-school-day.
I exclaimed, "There's no time for that! We've got to go play in the snow!"

"Oh, we already did that," was his reply.

"WHAT!" I scowled. "You did it without me!"

"You were asleep and it was no big deal, anyway. They walked about 10 feet out into the snow, tried to make a snowball and started to cry because it was too cold--both of them. So, then we came back inside and now I'm making french toast."

"You mean they didn't even make a snowman?!"

"No."

"How about snow angels??"

"No."

"That is NOT a snow day in my opinion,"I said as I shook my head.
So at breakfast I asked the kids if they had fun in the snow. I got resounding looks of disapproval and distaste. I asked if they had enough clothes on to be really warm. Wilson looked at me pensively and said, "You know, Daddy went back inside and got another coat for himself--but not for us." Uh-huh. Interesting.

That was all I needed to hear. These poor children were under the influence of a sorry-stick-in-the-mud-"I grew up in Arizona"-burrrrr-it's-toooo-cold-father. So after breakfast I bundled them both up *Randy from A Christmas Story style* and sent them out for another go at it.
Well, let's just say they stayed out in the snow for the REST OF THE MORNING. We had to beg Wilson to come inside and get ready for school. Then when he got home from school, he bundled up again and played out in the snow for 2 more hours. I think it's safe to say that my children DO actually like playing in the snow--thanks to me.