Last weekend the snow came down to meet us.
“The car isn’t red anymore!” Milo exclaimed. I guess if you’ve never seen the overnight snow transformation it would be pretty amazing. Up in the port hills there was enough snow to roll a snowball, so I took the hooligans for a ramble.
We borrowed an extra for the day (William, at left). We’ve reached the stage where it’s easier to have more (a friend) than less.
When the kids tumbled out of the car they didn’t even three steps before their hands were in the snow. It’s the perfect play material, maybe even more perfect than sand because the clean up is easier. Milo and William stomped someone else’s massive snowball to make luggable snow lumps which they reassembled into a dinosaur nest. That of a velociraptor, I believe.
The kids eventually made their way to the playground, where Naomi discovered that the swings still worked as normal. The boys busied themselves with blocking up the end of the slide with snowballs.
Happy ending to a happy day–three families pooled our children, let them run riot for 90 minutes, then tucked them into bed and….
Ate a meal of three fine curries. Followed by a rousing game of quiddler, replete with lively debates over the legitimacy of American versus British slang. Whoever knew that the English don’t use the word “clutz?” Except when they have a “Zed” in a game of quiddler, of course.