This afternoon, when I picked Shaggy Hair and Boy in Black up from school, I noticed that they had abandoned their heavy winter coats, the ones with the ski slope tags dangling from the pockets, in favor of black hoodies. The afternoon sun was so strong, warming up the whole inside of the car, that I rolled my window down. As we pulled into the driveway, I heard the noise that means spring in this part of the world: the trilling and singing of the peepers.
"Hey! The spring peepers!" I said excitedly.
"I already knew it was spring," Shaggy Hair Boy said, opening the car door. "We switched from snowboarding to basketball. And frisbee."
"But listen! The spring peepers! Isn’t that exciting?"
Boy in Black tossed his hair out of his eyes and gave me a look. "Not really, Mom."
He picked up his backpack and headed for the door, "But you can put it on your blog."