The Frankenstorm has arrived here in Cincinnati. It dumped some snow on us - more than we had all year last year. (By the way, if any of you are in areas of flooding or serious weather damage, my thoughts and prayers are with you!)
I went outside this morning to unbury my car. My kids watched as I brushed away the snow. That gave them a brilliant idea. Before I knew it, they were hurling snowballs at me.
"Hey," I said. "Give me a break here!"
No break for me. They pelted me with those wet, hard balls. One even landed in my pocket.
"Okay," I said. "You asked for it." I made my own ammunition and fired. Pretty soon we were engaged in a major snowball battle. We finally had to call a truce so we could get to the bus stop.
When we got there, the battle resumed. This time my son decided to pelt some other parents. Well you know what happened next. The parents fought back. It was epic. By the time the bus arrived, parents and kids were covered with snow.
Nothing like a little hurricane when it's thirty degrees outside!