Write about: the snow fort.
Spent most of the day with Max again, but feeling less tired this time. I think that's mostly due to a better sleep last night, though there might be some advantage gained just by getting used to it.
Plus, you know, keeping the running around the house with a giggling and screaming and wriggling two year old in my arms to a minimum this time.
Gotta pace myself, right?
"Everyone in position?" That would have been Charlie, the leader of their gang. "Armed and ready to fight?"
"Ready!" They would have all shouted in reply. I can picture the wide smiles on all of their stupid little faces.
"We have ruled this fort all winter," I'm sure Charlie would have reminded them. "Spring is coming back for a visit starting tomorrow, so after today's battle we'll be the first group to ever go a whole season without suffering a single defeat!"
"We'll go down in history!" One of his idiot lackeys probably shouted.
"I heard they're up to something." I like to think at least one of them had caught wind of what we were up to, tried to warn the others. "Like, big."
"Are they resorting to spreading false rumours now? Hoping to dent our... confidence... with... what is that noise?"
I can almost hear them calling out different possibilities. Maybe an earthquake. A few suggestions of the school's garbage truck making an unscheduled pickup. I wasn't there, so I can't say for sure. I do have a pretty good imagination though.
What I can say for absolute certain, however, is that each and every one of them fell into shocked silence when I came around the corner behind the wheel of my dad's pickup truck, a gleaming silver snow plow leading the way.