Snow Ghost

I felt some guilt that I had not played with my kids in the snow this winter. For the same reason kids' hate naps, they love to play in the snow. It's a totally mystery. I would rather scrub the toilets than put on twelve layers of clothes to go out in the sub arctic winds to build a snowman. However, I got this wild idea that good moms play with their kids in the snow. So off we went to build a snowman.

As we start packing the bottom ball, my oldest, nine years old, said, "We've never built a snowman."

"That's not true." I told her. I actually do have proof in a photo of her standing next to snowman built by herself and me and her dad. However, I think she is two. The boys can make a case. They have probably never built one.

Six minutes into the project I realize why they have never built one. Building a snowman is HARD! And it FREEZING! Ten minutes into the building, I get the snow shovel thinking that could speed things along. Twelve minutes in, with frost bitten fingers and snot frozen on my cheek, I declare the snowman complete.

"But it doesn't look like a snowman!" All three kids whine.

"It's a snow ghost!" I exclaim. "Let's go in, tell ghost stories and get some hot chocolate and donuts!" I have long ago learned that the best way to drag kids away from something they deam as fun is to promise junk food.

I did remember to snap a photo of the snow ghost so they will remember we did play in the snow. Lord knows I won't be doing it again for at least four more years.