White badge of love
Sounds like a book title.
It’s a snowball splat on my chest.
Snowball fights with Daddy is the latest outdoor sport of choice for the three muskateers (Nine, Ten and Eleven).
We have to leave early for school so we can snowball fight our way there.
Their giggles are good medicine.
Nine confessed that I m the only adult who she throws snowballs at.
“What about mom?” I ask.
“She’s too mature!” she says.
I’ll take that as a complement.
