7 year olds against adults who had teens making snowballs for them.
And in between, a 19 month old would toddle up to one of our legs and let his little handful of snow rip. He would teeter off smiling after watching it spray!
And then there was Jack and his 3 year old counterpart, a sweet little blonde girl. They would clumsily bend down, scrunch up some snow into a, well, a snowball-ish thing, and then get up to 6 inches from each other and toss. Sometimes it would actually splatter against the target.
Very cute.
But the next thing I know, both were standing together, sucking on pieces of snow.
"What are you doing now, Jack," I ask.
"We're having a snow eating contest," was his reply and they contentedly sucked away.
A winner was never announced.
2 comments:
Oh, my Jacky. I love him so much. I love my church too, most of the time, especially our snowball fights and picnics.
It was an extremely fun time!
What is it about little kids that love being overwhelmingly attacked?
Attacked by Love.
How 'bout that for a title?
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