Well yeah. But I’m going to put up some pics from the last storm and then this storm. Hahahahahaaa, we had no idea what we were in for. I have icicles hanging off my roof that could impale a car or a very large…person…or dog? BIG. Jack fell down in the snow and we couldn’t see him for a minute. The front yard has snow up to my armpits. And I’m tall.
Jack: Can we please have our snowball fight?
me: How’s it gonna work?
Jack: You make your base and I’ll make my base. (I love the “base” word. Universal.)
me: But you have the snowball maker again. Do I have to use my hands? (gasp)
Jack: Duhhhhh!
me: Okay here we go! (I whip a snowball). I think our bases are too far apart. I can’t even reach you.
Jack: Throw harder. And prepare to die.
me: Is that how you talk to your mother?
Jack: (whips a snowball and hits me in the stomach) Direct hit!!!!!!
me: OW! (I pretend to stagger around)
Jack: Did it really hurt?
me: Yeah.
Jack: Really?? I throw that hard??? (he’s amazed with himself)
me: See? Those vegetables are working. Broccoli especially.
Jack: Wowwww.
Later on with his snack, Jack inhaled a huge bowl of leftover steamed broccoli. I think I’m on to something!
Now check out these photos.


