Good Words Wednesday: Turn The Heat On
Spokane has been hit by another cold snap. Compared to the rest of the country, we’ve gotten off pretty lucky this winter so I don’t really want to complain about it. But it’s pretty darn cold. This morning it was -12ºF with the windchill. Maybe the coldest the boys have felt in their happy little lives.
We were loading into the car in the garage as Little M complained rather loudly about how cold it was. I pointed out that if he got into the car faster, I could buckle him up, close the doors, and then I’d turn on the heat and we’d all be warmer. He sped up and the heater did a fine job of thawing us back out.
Too soon, we arrived at school. As we walked/shivered to the front door Little M said with great disgust, “Mom! You forgot to turn the heat on!” Turns out Little M thinks I’m super powerful and have control over the weather. Oh, how I wish that were true!
The second the flakes begin to fall, the boys start asking to make a snowman. It’s an obsession. The snow we currently have is that powdery, non-packing kind that blows all around and will not make a snowman no matter how much your sons beg and plead and demand and wish and hope and dream. It hurts their wee hearts so hard that the snow will not cooperate.
There’s a house a mile from ours on the way to school that has a big ol’ snowman out front. I don’t know if the snow is wetter and packier (now a legit word) or maybe they have super powers to make snowmen that I don’t. Either way, I’m stuck driving past that darn snowman and the boys could not be more jealous. After three days of this, Little M announced that on Saturday we’re just going to go to that house and make another snowman in their yard with them. Mommy’s snow has failed him, and those strangers have the right kind, so what’s the problem? Gosh Mom.
Five is a fun age.