It snowed

It finally snowed in Toronto.  This is exciting news indeed!  


Even more so if you're 7 years old.


The day got off to a slow start....Nicholas didn't get out of bed until 6:30AM.  This is considered sleeping in.


At around the same time....a little voice calls up the stairs to the master bedroom (with en suite facilities no less)..."Hey Daaaaaaaaaad!  Did it snow?"


I remain silent.


"Daaaaaaaaaaaad?"


I'm not saying a word...I refuse to get out of bed until 6:45AM.  That's my rule, and I'm sticking too it.  The house could be burning down...I don't care.  There is no reason for any human being to be up and about before 6:45AM.


Nicholas is not liking that I'm not out of bed yet....so he decides to come upstairs and offer some....encouragement?


"Hey Daddy!  Did it snow?  Did it??  Come on....you neeeeeeeed to look out the window and tell me".


"You've got eyes dude....go look yourself!"


"Fine then.  I will!"


I'm hoping that that'll be the end of it....he'll see that it snowed, and then I can enjoy my last 7 minutes in bed.


No such luck.


"Daddy!!!  It did snow!  Oh this is so wonderful!  We have to go outside now!!"


"Uh uh little man....Daddy ain't going outside.  I'm old - and it's cold!"


"You're not thaaaaaaat old.  Come on, come on....you can do it!"


So I get out of bed.  Nicholas starts handing me clothes to put on....and then he drags me downstairs.  My socks don't match right now in case anyone is interested.  Matching socks matter not when there's snow to be played in.


I go to the front door and see that yes indeed - it had snowed.  How lovely.  It isn't even good fluffy white snow....it's that rain laiden crap that is a pain to shovel - and that can't be used for decent snowballs.  I'm not interested any longer in the snow.


But my son is.


He's busy running around getting his coat on...and trying to find his boots.  He actually thinks I'm going outside in the cold and dark?  Silly man.  That ain't gonna happen.


I mention that he can play in the snow when he gets to school.  He announces that he is in fact NOT going to school....and that he is going to stay home so that he can play in the snow. 


"No way dude.  They have snow at school.  My taxes dollars ensure that they do."


A little argument ensues....at which point I just tell him to get his stuff on and go play in the backyard.  He is totally into it...he think's he's won.


He has his stuff on in record time....and he's out in the backyard.  He threw a snowball at the window (a few times I might add), he pulled his wagon around....and then he made snow angels.  


The fact that it was raining didn't seem to bother him.  The fact that I could barely see him in the dark was not an issue at all....his boots have those little red LED lights on them.  It's kind of funny to not be able to actually see your kid....but know where his feet are at any given moment.


So this is great!  He's outside getting soaked.  And I'm inside making bacon....looking out the window periodically.


Getting him inside is another matter.  He wasn't into it.....and another 'discussion' takes place.  I won that one.  And then I had to throw his mittens, hat and coat into the dryer....he was soaked.


And of course - while I'm downstairs doing all that....the bacon was stolen. 


He was quite the happy little dude this morning.  Got to play in the snow...and pinched bacon - and all before 7:30AM.  He even went to school without any further 'discussions'.....


Sure hope they have snow there....I told him there would be.  :)