Pow wow

Thursday was a gloriously slushy day.

A snow-packin',

man-makin',

ball-throwin',

sled-ridin'

kind of a day.

So when Jer came over after school we stayed outside and made four Indian chiefs gathered for a pow wow.  

Maybe you know how it goes when one of the children outside is not yet two and can't keeps his boots on and hates his mittens wet.  The finishing touches to our Indian chiefs, the arms and the faces, they were hasty, and accompanied with the shrieks of a little man who'd had enough

snow-packin',

man makin',

ball-throwin',

sled-ridin'

for the day.

As I cleared breakfast this morning, I peeked out at our pow wow and laughed aloud.  It seems the meeting must have broken up overnight, all these Indian chiefs smiling and skipping, slipping away

like children at play.