How do I explain the heartbreak for the little boys?

Of going to bed with snow on the ground, more snow coming down and sure of a snow day . . . .

---and waking up with the snow almost gone and having to go to school? That's just wrong!

I have two very sad little boys that I just dropped off at school.

It started snowing yesterday about dusk. It didn't really stick on the roads, just the grass, but it was coming down pretty hard, for Tennessee. We went on to church (because the Hawkeye fears no frozen precipitation, people), and when we came out there was probably an inch or so on the grass and the parking lot and steps were a little slushy. So, after a snowball fight with our good friends and a couple of the youth (the boys were so enthusiastic in throwing snowballs that they both cried all the way home about how their hands were hurting as they warmed up), we headed home and put them to bed, almost completely sure there was going to be a snow day.

And then, shortly before the Hawkeye and I went to bed, it changed to rain. Steady rain. Snow-eating rain. So, this morning we just have little bits of snow left to mock the little boys, and they had to go to school.

Disappointment lives in middle Tennessee today.