Now it's my boy's turn to be a kid. "Three Weeks," he's been saying in reference to the the long Winter break he is getting from school, due to the weather. This includes one week of snow days, plus the previously scheduled time off for the holiday.
Yes, he has been out in the snow, playing with his neighbor sledding down our hill. He and his friend have actually been enjoying shoveling our (steep) driveway.
But when he's been inside, he has been going crazy, as have the rest of us. My husband grew up in a suburb of Chicago--bad weather central--so he just laughs at what we consider bad weather here in the Peoples Republic of Oregon. Nevertheless, he hasn't been out much.
As for me, if I'm going to go out, I do my best Clint Eastwood and ask myself, "Do you feel lucky, punk?"
Well, do you?