Bryce's Obsession with Snow

While watching the news this morning (a rare occurance in this house), Bryce paid close attention to the weather report. The weather guys were doing a split weather-cast, one in MA and one in CT. "Is it snowing?" Bryce practically yelled as he jumped to look out the window.

"Not here, Bryce. Those guys are on the east coast. They're having a kind of snowstorm."

I could tell by the look in his eye that he was formulating a plan.

"Do you know how to get there?" He'd asked me the other day if I knew how to get to Indiana. I do, so I told him yes. "Can we go there now?" he wanted to know. I tried to explain that trips take planning. "We can get money from the bank!" he exclaimed. Ah, if only it were that simple.

But I don't know exactly how to get to MA or CT, so I had to be honest. "No, Bryce, I don't know how to get there."

He was bummed, to say the least. This boy loves snow. But he wasn't about to give up.

"We can go to the bank to get money, then you can follow the map!"

Later in the newscast, we saw a picture of people skiing. "Where are they?" Bryce wanted to know.

This particular SkiCam is near the hotel where we mini-vacationed last fall. "They're skiing where we spent vacation."

"Let's go back right now! It's not that far!"

"We can't go without Daddy, Bryce."

"OK. We'll go in June when Daddy comes home, then. We can play in the snow."

Maybe by then he'll be so fascinated with the thought of fishing again that he'll have forgotten about the snow. In the meantime, we'll be repeating our prayers for snow in the desert. And for a duty station in a more snow-prone area.