There has been much snow here recently. Instead of being excited about it and running out to play, the children have been unenthused, running into the house complaining of being cold. This is a far cry from my youth when we would scrape up every scrap of snow in the garden (never very much) to make a snowman.
You can imagine then my excitement the other day when Michael said, “Mummy, I want to play a game with a snowflake”. I replied, “Of course, sweetheart, let’s get your coat and your wellies on.” “No, I don’t want to play with a snowflake outside!” “But Michael,” I protested, “all the snow is outside.” “No, no, no, I want to play a game with snowflakes on the computer.”
Oh, the modern generation! He can come play a game with snowflakes on my computer. Maybe he can make Blogger make snow fall on my blog. I can’t seem to.
Funny you should say this – we’ve had a lot of snow up here in North Germany, but I’ve noticed a distinct lack of snowpeople/snowball fights and other appropriate activities. Whereas I went for a post-lunch walk on Christmas Day with a friend and we both deliberately walked down the middle of the road so as to experience the joys of kicking over large mounds of snow! (Admittedly, the fact that I’m Australian may be a factor in my disproportionate enjoyment of the wet white stuff.)
WOL, suspect it’s too early for him to actually have useful skills. Sigh.
I am with you Lauren, it is lovely, isn’t it – though more forecast for the weekend is not filling me with glee. If the children don’t go back to school next week, someone may be shot.