Morning Drive

The snow is more than halfway gone. All the banks that are left are littered with the sand from the snowplows. Roads are clear and mostly dry. Small streams of meltwater are wending their way to the lakes all over the place. The Sprouts were debating the process in the car on the way to school this morning.

"Mama, the snow is disappearing!" observed Jo, quite awed at the apparent miracle occuring before our eyes.

His very literal thinking sister corrected him, "It's not disappearing, it is melting."

"Disappearing."

"Melting."

Debate over. Bickering begins. Deep sighs from two tired parents in the front seat.

Listening to them reminds me of the arguments I used to have (well, to be truthful - occasionally still do have) with my own siblings. As long as both parties are dead set on being right, there is no finding peace. And both Sprouts were positive that they were right. Since they weren't shouting I just watched out the window and tried to tune it out.