Children. What a pain in the ass. They know nothing of the pressures of being grown up. They just come and go as they please, experiencing the world through tiny pink glasses that don't concern them with paying bills, voting for leaders or negotiating business deals. They're lucky. And they know it. Or, at least my kids do.
Last week we had a freak snowstorm here in Charlotte which canceled school. After the routine logistic chaos necessary to accommodate said children into our grown up workday schedule, I found myself fascinated with the wonder on my daughter's faces. Snow. Glorious, magical snow.
After an hour or so of business admin,I put off the next few hours to play with my kids and soak in their reckless enthusiasm for a solid form of precipitation. I was making a sacrifice. For them. I commandeered our makeshift sled, blowing the 2-man raft up with my own lungs