The backstory: We are getting a substantial snowstorm in the Northeast today. The snow started last night, though we only had a trace when JT crawled into his flannel nest last night. The boy was worried: would Mother Nature deliver? The snow day phone call came at 11:30 pm last night. JT was well asleep but I turned off the alarm clock and took the opportunity to read my book a little while longer. At 7:45 this morning, as we lay in our respective beds, the boy and I had the following conversation:
JT (tentatively): Do we have a snow day?
Mama: Oh yeah.
JT: Yee Haw!
As of this writing, he's getting on his snow gear. Large flakes are falling and he's eager to get out there and have some fun.
While I shoveled the front steps, it would seem that marauders came to the yard and attacked the boy. So sad.
Then my friend P came over and we went sledding. JT and I took some screaming trips down the hill together. Memo to self: don't let the kid steer the sled.
JT went down the hill dozens of times, trying every possible position so as to achieve maximum speed while (mostly) avoiding the dreaded snow face plant.
In the final analysis, speed rules.