We had a 1/2" of snow this weekend, more of a dusting really, but you wouldn't know it from the kids' reactions. They had grand plans for all that snow, mostly a lot of sledding, but probably a few snow angels and a snow fort or two. E was so sure that any attempt at sledding would be a huge flop, that he told the kids to go right ahead and suit up for a trip behind the school to sled in the astounding snowfall, and then proceeded to toss on .... a pair of Crocs. Crocs!?! Like, Duh! But that's how I know he's a devoted dad. Because when it wasn't a complete flop, he stayed out there in Crocs (Duh!!) so they could experience the joy and wonder of the seasons first snowfall.
And now for a completely random and not at all related dialogue:
This morning Wonderboy wouldn't get out of bed for school - he said he had a tummy ache. But a few minutes later he shuffled into my bathroom and turned on the water in the shower.
Me: Wait - how's your tummy?
Him: It's fine mom. I think it was just trying extra hard to smoosh up food in there. And I think it was really having a hard time smooshing up that whole ice cube I swallowed last night. It was a big ice cube and I just gulped it down whole.....Oh, oh! Hey! I think that ice cube just melted because I need to go potty RIGHT NOW!
