Snowmen

Kieron + snow = snowmen (usually rude ones).
The first snowfall would generate demands to see if school was shut followed by everyone hushing to hear the local news on the radio in the hope of extra time off school. If one of the older kids got a freebie but Kieron didn't he didn't mind because at least at school he could throw snowballs at his friends, secure in the knowledge that I would appear to collect him if school finished early. It always amazed him when he was in the infants how I knew that school was over early. Mummy magic.
Snowmen evolved over the years, from blobs stuck on top of each other to refinements made with the help of his older brother and sister into snow characters. Small snowballs rolled down the road until they were accredited with being  big enough and worthy enough to sit in our front garden. Then my grass would be trampled in my back garden to achieve the same result. Boobs started to make an appearance on them courtesy of Kieron's older brother until he became too old and 'cool' to make snowmen.
This is where Kieron's older sister took over. Last year in the January snows, I came home to find a snowman/woman with various appendages sitting in my front garden for the world to see. Kieron laughed at my requests to remove various body parts, knowing that I secretly found it hilarious.
I promised him a snowman this winter and I have made him one. A ridiculous travesty of the ones he made, because I'm not a very good snowman maker. But I can hear Kieron saying to me 'it's ok mum-you tried your best' and I did, but trying to make a snowman with tears pouring down my face isn't easy. It's almost impossible.
I don't want to make more snowmen. I want to make a time machine.