Monday, December 12, 2016
The first four grand kids arrived at 8:30.
They could not wait to get outside and into all that snow.
I looked out my living room window and could not figure out why they were doing this.
I asked, and they said a lot of words, but I could not tell from those words what the point of it was.
I told them that they could NOT pile them there, but could use them to build a fort or something somewhere else.
Anywhere else, really.
(Why on the swing?)
Now we have a fort of sorts between the sidewalk and the road.
It is complete with very pointy icicles pointing skyward in a menacing fashion.
It will probably be there until April.
Oh, snow days.