Today was snowshoeing with the Daisies day. Eleven girls. Four older siblings. Seven grown-ups. A wide open field for clomping across. What could wrong? Oh, I know. My kids could be royal pains in the tush. Everyone else seemed to be doing fine. But mine? Not as much.
Remarkably, despite the 20 degree weather, it felt great out (this isn’t just me being masochistic–everyone agreed it was a beautiful day). No wind, pristine snow, sun out. Perfect winter outside weather.
The boy was happy… for a while. When he was off on his own, he was as happy as could be. But then I made him stick with the group. And he was sad. So very sad. And a wee bit angry. Just one Garbo moment after another: “I want to be alone!”
The girl snowshoed. And enjoyed it. For five minutes. And then she was tired. And thirsty. And. She. Wasn’t. Going. To. Walk. Anymore! Thank you very much.
Almost everyone was happy to stop. Well, just about everyone. The other leader and I brought hot chocolate for after and I made cookies for all the Daisies. The boy ate one. He asked for another. He got another! But then halfway through eating it, he overheard someone asking me what kind of cookies they were. “Cherry Chocolate Chip!” I said. The boy looked at that half eaten cookie, handed it back to me, and said, “I don’t like it.”
“But you ate one and half of them!”
“That was before I knew what it was. Now I don’t like it.”
I know, you’re jealous. Sorry. They’re all mine!
