Snow And Ice Ice Baby

It is a cold and snowy morning here in lovely Brooklyn, New York, and two of my children are on winter break, while the third still has one more day of school left. She woke up this morning, saw the snow outside and her brother and sister still snoozing away in their beds, and began to beg. "Please can I stay home today? It's the last day before vacation and we're not going to learn anything anyway!" (How comforting to know that they're not going to learn anything.) At first I hung tough and said no. But as she grumpily brushed her teeth, I relented. It is freezing and slushy outside, and I totally understood her desire to stay home. Hell, I didn't feel like going out either. So I said, "OK, but only if you go back to sleep." She scurried back to bed and I haven't heard from her since. This was about an hour and a half ago. I'm sure she'll be up soon, and she and her brother and sister will spend a merry day cooped up in the house together, fighting over the remote control and generally driving each other crazy.
For those of you who are having a similarly cold morning, here's an icy blast from the past: