Snow Day

If you're in Illinois, you know that school is closed today. I found this out online.

The also broadcast it on radio, TV and by Harry Potter's owl, Hedwig. It was pretty darn impossible to say, "By jove! I had no idea there was a chance that school would be cancelled today. No idea whatsoever."

Nevertheless,.. I'm one smart Sherlock. School is closed.

When I was a kid, I sat as close to the radio as possible on snow day mornings (remember the turn dial "radio"?), waiting to hear, "Montgomery County schools closed". Happy dances would ensue.
We'd eat fresh snow with syrup drizzled on top. (This was before the acid rain scare.)
We'd make scoliosis-bound snowmen.
And we'd have those awful knit mittens that had a long yarn (about a yard long) attached between them so that you wouldn't lose your mittens. (If you have no idea what this is, put on a jacket and then pull some barbed wire through both arms and behind your back.) I didn't feel too uncomfortable unless you really pulled forward and could feel the yarn tug.
But we didn't care. It was a snow day, confound it, and we were going to have some cold, wet fun.

Today, when I hear "snow day", I know that Morgan won't be going to preschool. I'm not groaning, but I'm not doing the happy dance either. I'm a *gulp* parent.

This also means: First, acid rain, schmacid rain. Eat the syrup snow, kiddo.
Next, snowmen are still cool. Snow on my hardwood floors is not.
Thirdly, they don't even MAKE those mittens with the ouchy attachment anymore. However, I would be in favor of anything that would 1) keep mittens on my daughter and 2) have her suffer similarly. Builds character.

In short, it's a snow day. I predict wet hardwoods, pink cheeks and hot cocoa.