We don't get much snow where I live. As a result, we often find ourselves ill-prepared when faced with the white stuff. Schools are closed. Supermarkets are pillaged. Nerves are tested. People panic.
On Tuesday morning, we awoke to find a light dusting of snow on the ground. School had been canceled and Ella's boss had called to tell her to stay home due to the "nasty" road conditions, so we decided to bundle up the kids and let them play in the half-inch of snow.
Remember that part in the beginning about being ill-prepared? Foreshadowing, folks. Writing Clichés 101. Next class will be on similes.
Anyway...
As we were dressing the kids, we realized that Zed didn't own any boots. So we let him wear his sister's boots. Which in turn, left Zoey without any boots. So we put her in Ella's NotUggsButTheyKindOfLookLikeUggs (or whatever the hell those boots are that women wear now (which are probably not Uggs (because this ain't no fashion blog))), which covered her knees.
We scrounged up a pair of mismatched gloves for Zoey to wear (one pink, one back). Zed wasn't so lucky. He doesn't own any gloves or mittens, so we put two pairs of tube socks on his hands.
Yes. Tube socks.
And then we went outside to play!
We were quite the picture:
- A little girl in mismatched gloves, lumbering about like Frankenstein because she was unable to bend her knees due to the height of her boots that were ten sizes too big and whining about the whole ordeal
- A little boy ignoring everyone around him because he was madly flinging snow in the air, while looking like a burn victim with gauze covering his hands
- A mother trying to make a snowman with her children from half of an inch of snow
- An extremely attractive, witty, and intelligent father documenting the whole freak show with his camera
Song of the day: Everything I'm Not by The Veronicas
