Snow Angel

"Mom, did you see how much it snowed last night?  There's so much snow.  There's too much snow."

"Yeah, there is a lot.  I thought you'd be happy, though-- you always like it when it snows."

"I know, but I want to play outside.  I'm tired of winter.  Tell God to fix that."

"Well he would be the right one to ask, but I'm pretty sure our planet needs winter.  And I'm pretty sure you don't tell God what to do."

"Oh, yeah."

 

"But you could ask him anyway, I suppose."

"Okay.  Dear God, can you make it warmer?  I want to go outside and I want Graham to leave me alone.  My hat is itchy and I don't want to wear my snow pants anymore because they feel weird on my butt.  I want to play on my playset-- it is so cool-- and my Dad put a baseball field in my yard but Mom thinks it's ugly but you can't even see it because there is way too much snow and I don't know if it is even there anymore.  So, yeah.  NO MORE SNOW.  Got it?"

"Cael..."

"I mean, please?  Thanks, God, Amen."

"There, Mom.  That should fix things."