My 9-year-old sons burst through the door and slam down their backpacks.

Quinn storms, "Mom you won't believe it. Now we're not even allowed to play on the snow mountain at school in case we're tempted to push someone off."

I choke back a laugh. "In case they're tempted?" I always thought the whole point of a snow mountain was to push someone off. King of the Hill is a great game. So they get pushed. It's snow. It's soft.

Jonathan cuts in. "We're not allowed to do anything. The snow's too deep to run around in and we're not allowed to build forts. What are we supposed to do? You know what I call recess? Torture."