As promised, on Thursday night we went to see the old boys of summer--er, I mean dead of winter--and rung in the new season by turning into popsicles while they racked one up in the L-column. There's not much to say except that it was cold (although merely a taste of what's to come this weekend), but as long as you stayed under five or so blankets, it was still fun.
Patrick was sorely disappointed that ice cream didn't come with the deal. He asked everyone but nobody would buy it for him. Ben, being the child genius that he is, thought "Cold weather + religious holiday weekend = It must be Christmas!" And come Sunday, they may well be wearing their Christmas outfits to church, so it wasn't bad thinking on his part.
Today it's off to Gigi's house for more Easter fun--wrapped up in coats and hats of course. Stay warm!
