We had a freak snowstorm blow through Dallas today. Everything was closed down, so we just hunkered down in the house to wait it out. At some point in the afternoon, the temptation to go out in the whiteness was too great, and we all went out to catch snowflakes on our tongues, build a tiny snowman, and have a no-holds-barred snowball war! Troy attempted the "hit and run" technique, where he would whack me with a snowball as he ran by and then attempt to get far enough away before my snowball whacked him in the back. My wife attempted the "duck and cover" technique, where she would hide behind the playset and throw snowballs from behind a barricade. But none of those mattered in the end, because there are no rules in a snowball war, and I'm an excellent battlefield strategist.
When Troy would attempt to hit me, I sidestepped his throw and fired at his retreating back, leading him, so I could hit him on the run. I lobbed snowballs up and over my wife's barricade, dropping clumps of snow down on her head. It was raining death from above! I also stockpiled snowballs, so I could rapid fire on them when they attempted to "bum rush" me. But the most epic of my offenses was my giant soccer ball-sized snowball that would hit and explode to cover someone's entire head and torso! Let's just say that you think twice about getting close to me when that bad boy's coming for you.
It was a lot of fun to get out of the house, have some fun, and get some exercise. Unfortunately, our little snowman didn't make it. Not because he melted, but because at some point, he was used as ammo in the snowball fight.
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