Just had the boys out in the mild February air. They spent most of the last hour digging through the enduring snowpiles.

Not really snowpiles -- the "snow" has been stacked for weeks of semi-thaw and re-freeze. So it's not really snow. More like ice. Can't make proper snowballs with that stuff... Only iceballs.

And some busy-bodies might try to say that a guy in his late thirties shouldn't have an iceball-fight with children who are only three and four years old. I don't subscribe to that. Nor am I above responding to a direct hit by dropping ice chunks down the back of my boys' parkas.

Don't worry: someday they'll get me back. (They were going to anyway.)