Saturday, December 19, 2009


Some parenting difficulties are almost too weird to explain.
It snowed today, yippee! I love snow. Always have, especially because I've always had a warm-ish place to come home to. We're a little stingy in the heating department, but the near frostbite of being outside too long makes you appreciate a lukewarm apartment.
My problem is this. The kids want to have snowball fights, but, understandably, they don't want to get hit in the face. Not really a problem; I aim at their bellies and below.
But kids are short. And though they've been informed that I'm not aiming at their heads, they duck. And ducking is, by definition, a downward movement.
Not only that, out of twenty snowballs thrown, a few go off target; and when I miss, I tend to land a bullseye - or kidseye, as it were.
So tonight I made both kids cry in the snow. Pitiful, sobby, spittle-ridden, drooly WAAAAHs.
Because I whopped them both in the face with a ball that was packed harder than they can pack so I can aim better to miss them in the first place.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Aren't kids fun! Ducking who would think one had to take that into consideration. Try telling them to turn their back to you when they know you are going to throw. Have more fun in the snow and don't forget to buy more hot chocolate mix. Mama