The snow that fell last night was foretold by the Patriots game earlier that evening. I went outside and brought the car into the driveway, wondering if it was going to hit us as hard as it looked to be hitting the Boston area. I started the day with a peak out the window just to see how much fell during the overnight. Not much, was the answer. The green of the grass was still the predominant colour of the ground although the cars in the driveway were shrouded in white. Even though there wasn't much of it around, I figured there was someone in the family who would get pretty excited over seeing snow on the ground.
He was awake earlier than I was this morning. When we came down the stairs, I asked him if he'd seen outside yet. We went to the window, peered out in to the morning darkness and he squealed with delight, running from the window directly to the kitchen. Standiong before the calendar, he got me to point out today's date and asked for a pen. I gave him a pencil, and he scrawled with a six-year old's uncertain penmanship the letters "W S" in the box for today. I had a good idea that the S stood for snow. The W had me baffled.
Boy: You know what the W is for?
Me: No. What?
Boy: "Welcome."
