We drove back from my hometown late Saturday night.
This required me to drive THROUGH A BLIZZARD.
I live in Georgia, so what I’m really telling you is that there were snow flurries.
Which I excitedly said to Tom, “Look! Look at all the snow!”
And he said, “I don’t see it.”
So I excitedly said, “But you can kind of hear it, can’t you?”
Tom said, “No. No, Mom.”
And once we got off the interstate I again said excitedly, “Do you see it now?”
My child is blind to Georgia blizzards.
And I was sad about his blizzard blindness.
Which continued even when we got out of the car and I was actually standing in it.
(Eventually one flake landed near us and he did see it before it dissolved .05 seconds later.)
The meteorologists said that the snow (BLIZZARD) would end that night and there would be nothing to see Sunday morning.
And to them I say…
LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!!
Because I’m very mature.
So Tom got all excited and told me what we needed to do.
“Mom! I need my pants, my socks and shoes, my big coat and a hat!”
A hat. He insisted.
So I got everything on his list, and we headed out to our deck to play in it.
And I was pointing out all the flakes to him.
And explaining that we should try to catch some on our tongues.
And in the 3 minutes it took me to do that, Tom had a better idea.
“Mom? I’m cold. It’s too cold. Let’s get out of here!”
And that was that.
But, hey…at least he SAW IT.