About 2:30 today my students started squealing and cheering. "Look! It's snowing." In all my years I don't think I have ever seen such huge snowflakes. The kids were so excited, they ran to the door. The adult in me knew better, but the child in me took over. I opened the front door and told the kids to chase me. We ran in a small circle, laughing and shouting. We looked up at the sky and caught one of those face-sized snowflakes. Then we darted indoors to warm up and sing our snowflake song: I saw a little snowflake sailing through the sky. It winked at me and landed in my eye. I saw a little snowflake sailing south; it winked at me and landed in my mouth.
That spontaneous and relevant activity lasted no more than fifteen seconds, but it resulted in a delightful memory for all of us. Sometimes you have to give in to a whim.