For Christmas, I gave the girls a perpetual calendar. The girls can keep the day, date, year, month, season and weather up to date. For the most part, it goes in spurts. They ignore it for a week or so, I update it, then they become obsessive about it for a few days, checking and double checking the date and weather to make sure nothing has changed.
Several weeks ago, Katie checked the weather in the morning and decided that it was going to snow. It was cloudy, it was late January, chilly and certainly winter. I had just looked at the weather on the web, and it suggested that it was going to be pretty steadily cloudy between 40 and 45 degrees. I told her I didn’t think so, and that if it were going to snow, she would have to wear a heavier coat than the one she was going to be wear to school.
I was amazed to pick her up from school a couple hours later while it was snowing. I was even more surprised that she had guessed that it was going to snow. I laughed about it with her teachers.
So, today. Once again, Katie looks out the window in the morning and tells me it is going to snow. She was confused because we had talked about it being spring and since it doesn’t snow in spring, it must be winter again. I assured her it was still spring even though it was cold, and off to school we went.
I was on the phone when I walked into the kitchen and saw snow out the window. It left quickly, and I convinced myself it was just blooms from a Bradford pear tree. It doesn’t snow in Atlanta in late March. It doesn’t. Then Stagg called, and he told me how all of a sudden he was driving through a bit of snow. And as I was going to get Katie from school, there was a squall that lasted about 10 mintues.
Of course, when Katie came back out to the car, the snow had stopped flying, and none of it had stuck. She was so sad.
The next time she tells me it is going to snow, I am going to wear a hat.
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