They Become Giant Puppies
It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING!
My children turn into giant puppies.
They run outside and catch flakes on their tongues.
They roll around making snow angels without coats.
Their cheeks are pink with cold in a few minutes.
Delighted, they run back in and shake flakes off sweaters
Struggling into snow pants and snow coats.
They put on mismatched gloves from last year.
We keep a bunch of mittens in there, but they like the gloves.
The big kid, my husband starts shrieking “It’s snowing!”
He plunges outside straight into a drift, with happy children pilling on.
They are frolicking and laughing; I start to make hot cocoa.
Remembering the times, I used to go out there and jump around too!
Come on Mommy! My middle child begs me.
I have to watch the baby, I say. The baby toddles to the window.
He puts his face on the cool glass. Delighted like the others.
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