they are cancelling school right

It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING! Three children I usually have to drag out of bed are heading for the front door. I say “don’t forget your bookbags! Don’t you want breakfast?” Mom, it’s SNOWING! Says the middle one. No school. Right? I begin to laugh. This is Minnesota. We don’t cancel school here. An abdominable snowman could be eating busloads of kids, we would not cancel. An avalanche could bury six cars on the school road. We would not cancel. MINNESOTA I remind them. We used to live in California where they would cancel school for rain. They begin grumbling, put their pajamas on, and try to feign illness. Too late, I say. I saw how fast you got dressed and got those sleds out. I hear grumbling all the way to the bus where other kids are yelling “Snow!”