As a child I would pray for a snow big enough so schools were canceled, snowmen could be built, our silver saucers could make it down Camel Hill and most of all ... so Mom would make snow ice cream! Now, 35 years ago we didn't worry about acid rain or mysterious deadly chemicals falling through the sky as it snowed. Sure, birds still pooped and dogs still peed in our snow ... but hey, that's only natural. I ate the snow ice cream and I think I turned out OK. So, today my children experienced what all children should experience ... they ate snow ice cream! I know ... I'm a bad mom. Letting your babies eat snow ranks right up there with running with scissors, crossing the street without looking both ways and eating your boogies. If my kids survive me, then they'll grow up and hopefully they'll treat their children to the glories of snow ice cream too!
Until Tomorrow,
Kathy
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