The Exhausted Dad: Young artists emerge for late-winter holidays
Optimism ruled the Wilson house in early February this year. My kids love Groundhog Day, as the prospect of spring means the opportunity for bike riding and other outdoor activities (that don’t require 43 layers of snow-proof clothing).
For anyone who missed it Feb. 2, the famous groundhog did not see his shadow, suggesting an early start to spring. Or so goes the story. When it snowed last week, my kids felt betrayed. That little critter from Gobbler’s Knob is obviously a lying liar who lies.
“That Philadelphia Phil doesn’t know anything!” my 8-year-old daughter declared.
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