When our friends in Virginia told us about the inch of snow an hour they were getting, we were _this close_ to packing up the car and making the twelve hour drive to hang out on their farm and go sledding.
Seriously. It was a lengthy dinnertime debate, that eventually ended with the decision to stay home. Something about airports being closed, and visions of being stuck on the interstate in a blizzard with Finding Nemo on repeat in the van.
In hindsight, it was probably the right decision.
So to make up for the not-driving-north-to-see-snow, we capitalized on our 12 degree morning and froze a t-shirt instead. It took less than 10 minutes, and the kids thought it was pretty cool. Except for Caleb, who insisted he had planned to wear that Angry Bird shirt today.
Frozen t-shirts are almost as fun as sledding, right?