10:00pm Wednesday night:
Blizzard and gale warnings for our home town.
6:00 AM Thursday morning:
Phone call from the school saying it was a "snow day"
6:30 AM Thursday morning:
I see T rushing in the house with his pj and boots on, carrying a ruler: "Mom, we got eight inches of snow last night. I measured in three places, not counting near the house. 'Cause it's warmer near the house and all the snow doesn't stick -- there's only six inches there."
The beginning of a great day.
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I can just see T running out with his PJs and snow boots and his ruler! How adorable is that! Thanks for the chuckles.
Chuckling here too! Too precious. Gotta love snow days... as long as you have all of your staples at home and don't have to go out.
Imagine! Measuring the snow!! Maybe he'll be a scientist or a geologist one day!! Or maybe he'll just want to know exactly how much snow there is in the back yard. That is soooo darn cute.
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