I live in an area of the country that is battered by snow and cold for months on end. We, the beleaguered, heavy-laden parents of the midwest must face not just repeated snow days, but also cold days, a new and dreaded designation. The enemy of my people. In my district, when the wind chill dips below -30, the superintendent calls off school. Wuss.
As the rest of my area engages in traditional disaster preparedness, I find myself preparing for an altogether different sort of disaster. Continue reading “The Curse of the Imaginative Child: Snow Day Edition”