I might not be
the kind of Canadian that plays hockey or spends weekends snowmobiling or
skiing, but I am a true Canadian who loves the beauty of the snow and,
occasionally, loves to play in it. Not always, however, in particular after I've
had a tiring day. Unless the stakes are high enough apparently...
Last
night on the drive back from karate, almost-10-year-old Willa asked if I would
play outside with her when we got home. Although I knew I would likely enjoy
myself, I had had a busy day and I still had things to do before I was
done.
"Maybe Milo will play with you," I suggested, looking to her older
brother beside her in the backseat.
"No," he responded, "when I get home
I have to practise my clarinet."
Knowing exactly how to work this to her
advantage, Willa said: "See Mom? Now you'll really want to come outside
with me!"
Happy Comping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
