We got snow ...

I think most folks around Lexington were hoping for a little snow. The weather man called for 6" ... I wish. What was it? Maybe 3" before it melted in the afternoon? Anyway, we played a little.

Wils and I both built opposing forts. I announced, "War starts in 5 minutes!". Wils began an obsessed rush to complete a worthy fortress. By contrast, I started packing and hiding snowballs in a large pile behind my fort. Wils remained too focused to notice my strategy, or even get a clue about his fate. The bad angel on my shoulder was telling me how fun it was going to to creme my 7 year old son at a near-range snowball fight. I kept making ammo, Wils kept building a solid fort. He never noticed my tactic, and he never made a snowball, not one.

I called to Wils, and we both walked to the DMZ between our forts. Once again, the thought crossed my mind ... I was going to creme Wils. We shook hands, our pre-battle conversation was brief:

Me: "You think your fort is strong?"
Wils: "Yeah ..."
Me: "Could it protect any one?"
Wils: "Yeah ..."
Me: "Wanna trade forts? ... mine has a suprise in it."
Wils: "Yeah ..."

Nothing like getting cremed by your 7 year old son - armed with an endless supply of snowballs :-)