From the house to the back fence is quite a haul. Especially for a 5-year-old
He was out with a brother making various snow beings -- a dog, a man, a... I'm not sure.
Next thing we know, he is standing outside the back sliding glass door. He opens it and stands there with an expression that says - "You are going to love this."
It's a massive snowball. Actually, snow boulder would be a better description. He has rolled it from the back fence to the back door. My guess is that he didn't expect it to grow that large.
He wants to roll it inside.
"What are you doing?" dad says.
No response. Just a look that says, "What does it look like I am doing genius? I am building a snowman to put in the house."
"You put that thing back outside. It's going to wreck the wood floor I put in," dad says firmly.
No response. With a look of pure disgust (and agitation that we obviously have no sense of fun or taste in winter decor), he closes the door.
A few minutes later, he appears at the back door with a smallish boulder (largish snowball).
"No, no, no," yells dad meeting him at the door. "Do not bring all that snow inside!"
Away the five-year-old goes.
A minute later, he opens the door, and walks in with a snowball the size of a baseball. He drops it on the floor. He turns around, walks out and slams the back door shut.
There you go. Size matters.
This takes me back to growing up with my brothers who managed to bring the snowman into the kitchen when my parents weren't home! I think it took my parents about a day to really figure out where all the water came from!
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