The Snow Walk

It's a balmy 13 degrees Fahrenheit in Georgia, where I live. I don't think temperatures get that low very often, here in the south. Yesterday, we even had some snow flurries.  When my son got off the bus, the flurries were swirling around.   Of course to kids, this is the greatest thing ever.  "Snow!" they shouted.

I just wanted to get home. "Come on, Bubba, let's go.  It's cold out here!"

But Bubba didn't want to rush.  In  fact, he wanted to go as slow as possible.  I had walked ahead, trying to get him to move a little. When I turned around, Bubba was walking as slow as a snail.

"Dude," I said. "Pick it up a little!"

He shook his head. "No, Mama.  You can't rush this. I'm enjoying my beautiful snow walk!"

(But poor Mama was a frozen Momsicle by the time she got home!)