It started snowing the other morning. No big deal really, except that it was the first of May. Then Coach asked if he could go outside. I started to say, "no" until he pointed out that this doesn't exactly happen much in california. How can I argue with that logic? At the time we believed the kids would be heading home to CA possibly as soon as the next day.
So I told them to dress as warmly as they could considering that they didn't have snow boots or warm coats, just light jackets. I handed out all the hats and gloves I could find. They were having so much fun that they would have stayed out all day if I'd let them. It was a wet muddy snow, but they happily built their dirty little snowman. I gave them a carrot for his nose. Then I made Kevin come in when his poor little hands started to change color. By that afternoon the snow had melted and even the snowman's nose had fallen off. Meanwhile, I was still scrubbing the mud off my kitchen floor that had been tracked in by 6 happy contented little ice cubes (A.K.A. - my kids).