Maybe you have to teach the southern kids to like snow?

When I worked for an area college, I subscribed to the text message delivery service that notifies employees of such important events as emergencies on campus and... school closings due to snow. It seems I never unsubscribed. So this morning at 5:59am, I was awakened by the little happy ding of my phone telling me I had a text message.

Seems a loooooooot of my friends are happy today, and not working. Conveniently timed to allow for the viewing of all the exciting inauguration coverage!

After getting up and tooling around and responding to a couple of emails, I went back to bed. Because duh! Slept hard this time. 9:20am, the phone rings. I'm pulled from the kind of deep sleep that gives me headaches - hard, hard sleep. Sis is on the phone. Little guy is in the background. He's going on and on about something. And on. Seems he's excited. What's going on? Snow, she reminds me. Oh! Snow! He must be thrilled! Maybe, maybe not...

Because I catch something in my nephew's voice that I recognize as a decidedly displeased tone. Something isn't right. What could it be?! Then I hear him: "All da' gweeen is covahhed!!!!!!" Covering all the green = NOT a good thing.

It took us a while, We Southern Girls Never Did Get Enough Snow To Make Us Happy, but I think we brought him around to our way of thinking...

I'm not sure if he remembers snow from anytime in the past. Have a suspicion it won't be so traumatic next time around. We'll teach him...