From the mouths of babes.
We took our biggest winter wallop in about four years Saturday. Even with temperatures in the teens, ice forms in the sunlight.
In order to keep the kids from going stir crazy, we went to a McDonald's Playplace tonight. Along with the genius who thought of minivans, whoever came up with the Playplace concept deserves time off in Purgatory as far as I'm concerned. If not immediate canonization. Unfortunately, it was too cold to stay long, but the children still had fun.
As we were leaving, Madeleine noticed the array of stalactites forming off the south part of the restaurant's roof. Her comment?
"Look at the ice nipples, Daddy."
A middle-aged husband, father, bibliophile and history enthusiast commenting to no one in particular.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
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