Snow Ritual

Living in the South, snow days are like unicorn sightings: rare, magical, and highly debated—Did it actually happen, or was it just frost on the windshield? ❄️🦄 It’s been five long years since we’ve seen snow here, and let me tell you, the weather has been teasing us all week. “You might get snow,” the forecast whispers seductively, as if it’s trying to revive a dying romance. But we all know how this story usually ends: with frostbitten hope and nothing but a soggy yard to show for it. 🌧️💔

Enter Brittany and Blake, my two younger snow dreamers who have clearly decided they’re not leaving anything to chance this time. 🌨️❄️ Earlier today, they learned about an ancient, sacred snow-summoning ritual—okay, fine, it’s probably something one of their classmates made up—but they are ALL IN. 🤩 According to the sacred texts of “My Friend’s Cousin” lore, if you wear your pajamas inside out, flush five big ice cubes down the toilet, and sleep with a spoon under your pillow, snow will magically appear by morning. ⛄🛌

So now, on this frigid Wednesday evening, my house has officially transformed into a snow-casting temple. 🏠✨❄️ Let’s take a moment to appreciate the ridiculousness:

First, the pajamas. 👕👖 Brittany and Blake have turned their wardrobes into avant-garde fashion statements. Brittany, ever the cheerleader even in absurdity, declared, “It’s like we’re wearing snow-repellent clothes but backward, so the snow doesn’t know what’s coming for it!” 😂❄️ Meanwhile, Blake took this as an opportunity to add his own flair by layering every pair of socks he owns—backward, of course. 🧦🧦 My kids now resemble tiny, deranged superheroes ready to battle anti-snow villains. 🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️

Next came the “icing of the toilets” phase. 🚽❄️ I wish I could say this went smoothly, but it’s hard to flush five big ice cubes without making it sound like we’re performing some sort of plumbing experiment gone wrong. Blake insisted on using the “fancy ice” from the silicone molds because apparently, regular ice cubes aren’t “magical enough.” 🧊✨ So now there’s a snowflake-shaped cube lodged in the downstairs toilet, and I’m praying it doesn’t break the plumbing because explaining THAT to a plumber would be the pinnacle of Southern parenthood. 😂🚰

Then there’s the “spoon under the pillow” part. 🥄 Brittany has carefully selected a dessert spoon because, according to her, “It’s smaller and cuter, and cute spoons probably work better.” 🥰 Blake, not to be outdone, chose a ladle because, “If we’re going big, we’re going BIG.” 🍲 This means Blake’s pillow currently looks like it’s hiding a weapon, and I’m half-worried he’s going to knock himself out in the middle of the night if he forgets it’s there. 🛌😂

As I type this, my two little snow warriors are bouncing around the house in their inside-out pajamas, flushed with excitement (and probably toilet splashback), yelling, “It’s going to WORK, Mom! We’re making MAGIC HAPPEN!” 🥳❄️ I’m trying to keep a straight face, but every time I walk past the bathroom and see those melting ice cubes swirling away, I lose it. The dedication is unparalleled. 😂🧊🚽

Honestly, if this works and we wake up to even half an inch of snow, I’ll be the first to admit defeat and crown them snow-summoning geniuses. 👑❄️ But if not, well, I’ve got a feeling we’ll be revisiting this ritual every time the weather so much as hints at snowflakes. 🌨️🤔 And who knows? Maybe one day, the snow gods will hear the chaotic clinking of spoons and the backward-pajama chants and think, “You know what? Let’s give these kids their snow.” 🌬️🙏

Until then, here’s to another Southern winter night, filled with hope, hilarity, and a house full of slightly damp toilets. Cheers to the magic of childhood—and the chaos it brings! 🥂❄️😂

~ Mary

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