We took a late afternoon stroll with the lads in today's emerging blizzard, because, well, that's what we do. Check in on the neighbor's chickens (those hens seemed a little angry, I gotta say), catch the (sideways whipping stinging) snow on our tongues. Head to the corner store to chat about the weather with the Pak-men and pick up some overpriced eggs and a impulse purchase of cocoa and a bag of Doritos the size of a sleeping bag (guess whose choice that last one was?).
After our walk, a somewhat traumatized Hub had this to say:
If we were in the Donner Party, Toe would be the first eaten.
It's true, our 6 year-old did howl, "We need a car! We need a car!" nearly the whole way. I think the neighbors (whom we occasionally saw peering out from their lighted kitchen windows) found his demand to be a sensible one. They waved and smiled that, "Oh there goes that Tovi!" smile. A few times Toe tried to convince us of our own insanity with phrases like, "I can't be expected to do this! This is too much snow!" or arouse our pity with whimpers of, "My eyes! It's stinging my eyes!" In case you are thinking we are terrible parents, the round trip walk was a total of 4 city blocks.
Roo, on the other hand, couldn't be more in his element. He literally fell to his butt and rolled himself in the fresh powder like an overheated Malamute. "Let's make balls! Let's make balls!" was his cry (again, the neighbors, looking, "There goes that Reuben..." etc., etc.). Roo found it appropriate to scoop, throw, climb, eat--hell, he did everything but snort that snow.
Now it's time for turkey black bean chili (with Doritos), hot cocoa and pumpkin cookies. And Toe made us promise, "No more playing in the blizzard without the sun."