We had snow recently, not much, but enough to make
snowballs. I don't know what it is about snow and children, but mine go a
bit crazy. I stalled mine as long as I could, but it wasn't long before
they were all in the garden making snowballs and trying to make a snowman.
For the babies it was their first proper snow, they loved the idea
of it until their mittens got wet and their hands too cold and they had to rush
back in. The boys had friends around and
spent the whole day in the front garden having snowball fights and making stacks of snow (none of which seemed to result in a snowman - I think they were too busy piling it up and kicking it over).
I spent the day telling them to shut the doors and stop going in
and out and mopping up the sludge they were tramping through the house. Darling innocently asked me why grown-ups
don't like snow.
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