Snow snow everywhere...

Have you noticed yet that snow isn't as much fun as a grown-up? I know I have covered some of my exploits as a child in the snow before with the shovel and here with the forts. But I can look back to when:

• I thought it was fun to be the one to scrape the snow off the car in the morning
• As long as the snow wasn't yellow I didn't care how clean it was to eat
• We used to pluck icicles off the eaves spout and sword fight.
• I didn't care if my feet got wet in my boots or that my gloves could be wrung out for an entire glass of water.
• Bad weather meant playing in the snow not driving along trying to remember if the car insurance bill has been paid this month
• I didn't worry about milk in the fridge or food in the cupboard as long as we had hot chocolate when I came inside

One of the thrills I get working with children is seeing them explore snow. I recently met a child who was afraid to step into the snow as an almost 3 year old. Odd I thought until I remembered that he had lived in Texas until a few months ago. I had seen it flurry but not ever actually accumulate on the ground. Once he figured it out the look on his face was priceless. He was thrilled!

Anybody up for a snowball fight?