It started snowing over the weekend and continues to snow intermittently as the week progresses. As such, the boys have lots of questions about snow and the like. One particular question posed by Henry was why is snow white?

Before continuing, I would like to take a moment to share that there is nothing like an endless succession of “why” questions to make a girl feel downright stupid. 'Cuz let me tell you, conversations with Henry and Wyatt (but especially Henry) make it apparent that I don’t know squat!

How do they put the glass part on a light bulb? I don’t know. Best guess, a machine.

How do airplanes work? I don’t know. Best guess, something about being round and having wings.

What makes white? I don’t know. Best guess, the absence of color.

Why does my thumb look like this? I don’t know. Best guess, has something to do with monkeys.

What are those swirls on the bunk bed wood? I don’t know. Best guess, it’s like moles on your skin.

Why doesn’t our roof fall down? I don’t know. Best guess, big pieces of wood angled the right way.

Anyway, Stephen offered up some explanation about water molecules, crystallization, and being close together—I have no idea if any of this is accurate. I am assuming Stephen was slightly unsure himself because he added that Uncle Dylan would surely take issue with his less than scientific explanation.

Why, asked those boys. Because Dylan has lived on a glacier and he knows all about water, and ice, and snow. That is part of his job.

This response elicits much laugher from Wyatt. Why, you ask. Because Wyatt knows very well that Dylan doesn’t know anything about snow—he works at the poop center (direct quote)!