A Post For Gayle

So, the kids are only in school 3 days and it snows. I don't mean a little dusting, but big chunks of cold wet fluff falling from the sky at record speed. I got a call from the school bus driver at 6:00 this morning to tell me she wasn't coming. An hour later all the schools closed for the day.

My oldest daughter awoke to the phone call, took one look outside and screamed "nooooooo" She obviously likes school. She moped most of the day about being confined yet one more day in the house.

My 7 year old son then woke up saw the snow and said "good, I think I'm done going to school anyway". Uh, don't think so buddy.

Then out came my 9 yr old daughter "yeah, snow.. lets go wake up G*** (my little guy). So we crawl next to him in bed and she whispers "bunny my honey (her nickname for him) it's snowing, get up and we can play in the snow! WAIT I SMELL POOP! Bunny my Honey? Did you poop your pants?" He opens sits up, sticks his hand down his jammies and says "nope I had a poopy fart, and it burned like fire." (Gayle... that one's for you).

I whisked him off to bath to get cleaned up as he continued to explain the "poopy fart" saga. "Mom, I poopy farted in your bed too... and at school.... and I think I've got another one coming!"

So much for a fun snow day. My snow day turned into laundry day, and my sweet little boy had to stay inside to recover from his "issues".