Saturday morning the kids and I were in the car, listening to the radio. The weather report came on and Paul said the “S” word- snow.
Fuller immediately perked up and asked about the snow mentioned in said forecast. I repeated the report, but gave the idea of snow that evening a rather dubious tone. This was to protect my child from the fallibility of all weathermen. Weathermen like to throw around fancy words like barometer, cold fronts, and Snow at this time of year, just to raise the hopes of little six year old boys who desperately think they should build snowmen.
Well, Sunday morning Fuller ran to the window only to be disappointed. The evening rain did not turn into snow as Paul had predicted.
We went to church and as we were leaving to go home and enjoy lunch, Fuller was delighted to see the white stuff swirling in the air. And I was surprised to see the white stuff keep swirling pretty much all day. We left at 4ish to go to a birthday party and it was still snowing.
By the time we got home (after driving really slowly in order to keep our heads and car in tact), there was a bit of accumulation. In fact, in our neighborhood, after a few blocks there were no more tire tracks on the street, just white covering the road. (Here is where I mention that we live in a very hilly neighborhood. If there was a chance of the roads freezing, residents have been known to park their cars at the entrances of the subdivision so they can go to work the next day. Or so I have been told.)
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