February 13, 2008
This morning (last night?) it snowed. A very wet snow. But since it was warmish today the snow began melting. Mass flooding all over the place. Not that I really have to worry too much about flooding since I live on top of a mountain, or for those of you who live on or near actual snow capped mountains, a hill. We do have a sump pump in our basement, because like most other people who own old houses the basement is not water tight.
Imagine walking on top of what appears to be a foot of snow. Only it is eight inches of snow floating on top of four inches of water.
Shoveling it all out of the way was hard work. I hate hard work. My 13 yr old and 10 yr old did as much work as I did. Truth be told my 13 year old did most of it. He is much much stronger than I am and could fling the snow around like it was nothing.
Miles just picked something up off the kitchen floor and held it up for me to see. It is small and brown.
“Look at this crap!”
“What is it, Miles?”
“I tell you, it is crap.”
“Oh, yuck.” I answer trying not to laugh.
“Yes, it is crap and it smells like crap.”
“What is it?”
“Crap. It is crap.” He answers exasperated with me.
“Is it poop?”
“No, not poop. I said crap.”
“Is it food?”
“No. You don’t EAT crap.” He is annoyed and gesticulates wildly with his hands, clearly thinking how could he possibly have been born with such a stupid mother.
“Of course not.”
“Here smell my hands. Smell the crap.”
“That’s ok. I don’t want to.”
“Yes, you do want to smell crap.”
“Where did the crap come from, do you think?”
“It came from shoes. From crappy shoes.”
I am dying laughing. So he starts yelling for his brothers.
“Guys! Guys! Get your butts over here. Clean up all this crap!”
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