Perspective

Today as we were heading out to Camp St. Croix for a log splitting jamboree, Ildar (the russian son) asked me when the snow melts in the spring.  I did a little calculating in my head, and in an attempt to soften the blow for him a bit I said, well February- mostly in February.  Which is almost true.  I just failed to mention that March is often our snowiest month.  This kid could have been sent anywhere in the US and he got Minnesota.  I was trying not to depress him too badly.  But then he did his own calculating, looked at me with a big grin and said, "So, your winters are pretty short then!".  He is from the middle of Russia, afterall.