Sleigh riding
A sunday story…
The wind howled last night like I’ve never heard it hown before. The snowstorm that accompanied that wind let down about 2 inches of wet stickiness before 4–5 inches of fluffy whiteness covered the streets and houses in my suburban neighborhood.
There was enough snow for a good day at the local park where we have some good hills to ride down. My wife is away this weekend so I had quite a task ahead of me.
It took about 20 minutes to get the kids dressed in the snow gear. Giovanni did it all himself, but Antonio was in a sour mood and took forever to get himself in order. Marco is only 2 so I had to bundle him up myself. I started the car and let them play as I cleaned it off and began my shoveling work.
45 minutes later, the kids were exhausted and wanted to go in. Fine, I thought. “Just take off your boots,” I said.
When I finished shoveling I walked in the house and saw this:
BOOM!
After thinking a moment, I decided today probably wasn’t the day to go sleigh riding. I mean, I literally couldn’t bear the thought of suiting them up again. We’re going to a birthday party later today so at least we have one more opportunity to get out of the house.
Well, that’s all there is to my story.