Church Was Canceled for a 1/2 Inch of Snow.

Here is the snow. Here are the children (semi) dressed for church.  See that snow?  I was raised to believe anything less than three feet is a skiff.

I am reminded that we aren't in Massachusetts anymore.
So we did what any sensible people given a day off church would do.  We played.

T wasn't sold on the many extraordinary qualities of snow.  He lasted out there for all of 10 minutes.

I am sore tempted to quote a favorite movie, The Christmas Story.  Well, what is stopping me?

The lines, "My kid brother looked like a tick about to pop." and "I can't put my arms down!" come to mind.

Being in Oregon these past three years has not afforded our little cherubs frequent opportunities to frolic in the white stuff.  They love it.
I personally think there aren't many things more becoming to a child than pink cheeks and noses.

Sadly, I won't be shocked if school is canceled tomorrow as well.  Portland metro would do well to invest in some snowplows.  This happens every year.