Remember three days ago, when it was 70 degrees outside, and mischievous boys chalked height charts on fences to determine whether their little sisters were tall enough to push them around on the tricycle?
Today it snowed.
The city school system was awkwardly canceled thirty minutes before the opening bell, and the snow was melted by noon. But not before Archer and Cady Gray squeezed the only snowballs of the season in their tube-sock-clad hands. And threw them at their father.