It was perfect snowman making weather today. Unseasonably warm, almost eerily spring-like. A bit creepy, really. It should be -30 right now, and I shoveled slush off the driveway this afternoon. My silly children got into a crazy competition with neighbor kids and ran around outside in bare feet. L of course upped the ante and started making snow angels in her t-shirt.
The boys spent 5 hours on a HeroScape marathon. R has been playing that game for years, and has amassed an incredible number of little fighting figures, but it’s just one in a long line of similar fantasy/strategy/world domination games, and I have absolutely no idea how it’s played. When either of the boys starts in on a long-winded explanation my ears close off. I can’t bring myself to dredge up the slightest smidgen of interest. I used to try to grit my teeth and suffer through interminable games of “castle” when R was 3 or 4, but there came a day, right in the middle of a lecture on the optimal placement of the “bad guys” when I stood up, stared him straight in the eye and told him he’d have to find some friends. It was just too dreadfully boring.
Luckily, there are other boys out there who like this sort of thing, so I’m off the hook.
