spring has sprung.

After one of the worst winters I can ever remember, it is finally warm enough to play outside in the sandbox.  Whew. 

I wasn't sure we could survive. 

This morning while I was helping Henry get dressed he asked if he could go play in the sandbox before school.  I told him he couldn't because we didn't have time and it was still dark outside.  He said, "but...but...but...but..." and I said, "but what?" and because he is my son he said, "crack."