Rumors of an early snow day had three boys in my house in a virtual tizzy last night. And they concocted a few odd rituals to deliver the snow.
The eighth grader ran outside while we were finishing dinner and yelled into the dark, snowless ski, “Snow gods, make it snow!”
The fourth grader followed him out the door, but decided the snow gods would take more notice if he stripped down to his orange striped underwear. “We want a snow day!”
“No school!” called the ninth grader from the doorway.
I am not sure who came up with the final plea. For that, they dumped ice cubes into the toilet.
Then this morning, when only a dusting graced our lawn, they blamed the little guy. “You put too much ice in.”
Funny. I assumed it was the dance in his underwear.