One that would trap us in the house for days. And a fire in the fireplace. Monopoly and Uno. Little House... no, By the Shores of Silver Lake with the fully stocked pantry (hold the whatnot). They finally had enough to eat. A tumbled pile of picture books. Masterly Inactivity. Blankets. No internet, which seems to have become one massive exercise in consumerism. A full coffeepot and time to sip.
My babies in my arms. My husband beside me. No where to go.
