Snow day

Don’t need to turn on the TV to find out if it is a snow day. No, sir. I just wake up and there are my boys, fully dressed and ready to go outside.  At 5:45 a.m.

Yes, these are the same kids who take the jaws of life to get them out of the bed on a school day. So I know, they are dressed, there is snow. So far their accuracy rate is 101%.  There will be no homework, buses, teachers or class when they are looming six inches from my eyeball when I open my eyes.  It’s a snow day.

Of course, the plot thickens when both parents DON’T have a snow day. My wife works at the church as a pre-K teacher, so she’s usually off when they are. Not today.  I, of course, have two cartoons to draw (Friday’s and Sunday’s).  But I’ll be doing it from here.  It’s me and the boys.  Well, I’m inside working and they’re out throwing slush balls.

Grown-ups don’t get snow days.

Remind me why I ever wanted to be a grown-up again? I’m slowly losing everything I loved when I was little. When I was a kid, I loved Batman the TV show, thought Mark Hamil was a good actor and loved snow.  Now I think Adam West makes William Shatner look Shakespearean, realize Mark Hamil whines more than a 3-year-old and loath having to function in a white, slippery world.

Humbug.

I think I’ll go outside for a few minutes, take a few pics for work and throw a snowball or two.  I’m taking a snow day from being an adult — and least for a little while.