They forcast snow for my town. My eleven year old nearly strained a muscle, hoping for snow. When we walked outside this morning he was elated to see a few flakes drifting down.
On the way to school, he was animated.
When we arrive he usually slumps out of the van and trudges past the teachers who greet him, grumbling politely in answer to them.
This morning he hopped through the school door with both arms raised in a victory salute.