Child politics

Last week we had our first dump of snow. Actually, it was more like a dusting of snow - an inch, maybe two. It came overnight, dark and gloomy turned into a white powder sugar covering of snow. The sun sparkled off the water particles making everything look fresh and new.

Promptly at ten paradise exploded.

Children.

Everywhere.

Thrilled to be released from reading, writing and arithmetic, they rolled around on the field and started making snowmen. In the beginning everyone seemed to be working individually. As the snowballs grew bigger the children banned together to try and roll the snowballs together. At one point I counted 32 snowmen in various stages of completion.

Four little boys caught my eye. One minute they'd be trying to shove snow down each other's throats the next they'd be standing side by side straining against a snowball larger than the four of them combined. Child politics. Fight, makeup, fight again, makeup again. Stop. Repeat.