Even my kids are getting sick of the snow. My husband, who has manned the fort alongside me, came upstairs in a panic. “They refuse to go outside!” he said.
We could hear our pent-up darlings’ high-decibel squealing and hollering and yipping and howling and giggling and tromping and arguing and erupting throughout the rooms on the first floor of the house.
My husband and I hid out in our bedroom until the storm eased up.