How to Walk Home from School in a Snowstorm…with Your Gloves On
In Texas the saying goes, “if you don’t like the weather just wait 30 minutes and it will change.” Of course this usually referred to sunshine and thunderstorms, not snow. The weather forecasters were so worried about a blizzard for Super Bowl Sunday and instead we got temperatures in the mid-50s. The gods were shining down on the NFL yesterday (not the Denver Broncos, however, ouch!). Imagine everyone’s surprise when less than six hours after the Super Bowl ended the northeast was pummeled by yet another snowstorm. And by everyone’s surprise I basically mean mine.
Our walk home from school in the Winter Wonderland
I’ve got Jack’s snow “uniform” down to a science by now: snow pants, two shirts, one sweatshirt, muffler, hat, gloves and waterproof boots. He hates this! It’s probably a bad memory from his days as an infant when I would wrap and swaddle him from head to toe. I could never figure out why he always cried. Duh, he was hot! Why they say to wrap infants like a burrito I’ll never understand. If you’re hot in all the layers, they probably are too.
Jack throwing snowballs at me!
Even though he can’t stand his snow “uniform” he always complies and I never have a hard time getting him out the door. The issue comes when walking home. He doesn’t want to redress in all the layers he went to school in, mainly because he’s lazy and doesn’t want to take the time to put them all back on. I know…he’s already a teenager. So for today’s trek home, with the snow coming down heavier than the morning commute, I decided to teach him what snow was made for…snowball fights! He loved this! Of course, the compromise was for him to put all his layers back on without complaining…including his gloves. Let’s just say Jack won the kid lottery today and not only did he throw snowballs at me the entire way home, we spent another 20 minutes outside our apartment so he could get some more practice. This kid has a mean throwing arm, but I got him pretty good too.