Snow time

First words off the bus from DS: "Oh no, I hurt myself on the playground. I fell down and my leg realllly hurts." So, we limp home from the bus stop, talking about the day. We walk home very, very, slowly, so as not to futher injure the vaguely pointed to area of his leg that hurts. And then we get home, and he tries to walk in the 9 inches of crusty, crunchy snow. And he discovers the fun of walking along, and suddenly having your foot go all the way down. And so he played, happily throwing snowballs, climbing up a mountain, sledding, knocking me over, taking snowballs in the face without crying, and his leg is mysteriously "better". And such are the miraculous healing powers of a really good snow.