We've had snow but not much so schools not closed or anything. I miss those days when the word 'snow' would send J into paroxysms of delight. Now he just grunts. I embarrassed him by reminding him of the time, when he was about 8, that he woke up one morning groaning that he was too ill to go to school.
"School's shut, it's snowing," I said.
In an instant he bounded out of bed completely better. Obviously a miracle.
With hind-sight I wish I'd made him stay in bed.
No comments:
Post a Comment