I finally successfully forced the boys outside to take Finn on a walk.

“It’s sunny finally! Don’t come back for at least a half an hour!” I called to them as they left.

I did a few chores and then sat on the couch with my water, looked outside, and saw that it was snowing. I knew they’d be back any minute, and I was right.

At first I was annoyed, I admit. What’s a little snow? But then I remembered how Finn hates the snow. And then the boys came in and described the actual snow to me.

Was it snow? Hail? Styrofoam?

H and I went into the backyard to explore.

It was cold, soft, but formed, and squishy. Little pellets all over the yard.

H and I joked about the weather not know what to do. The neighbor kids were running around their yard laughing.

“Why is styrofoam falling from the sky?’ I asked.

“I think the government messed up and programed the wrong kind of snow,” H said, and it started to really come down.

We Facetimed my mom to show her the odd hail-like snow and of course, it stopped coming down and the sun came up. But we showed her the piles that were still all around. She didn’t know what they were either.

We walked back to the house, and the sun was so bright I was really expecting to see a rainbow – at least some sort of chunky pixelated rainbow to go with the snow-hail-pellets.

Oh, and I looked it up. I guess it’s called Graupel!