The icy glare of TV news, post Groundhog Day

Today we're having an ice day.

I'm so, so ready for spring. I'm even spring cleaning to WILL the next season to arrive.

Today I really want to go outside, find a groundhog, and give him a good smack upside his little furry head.

I think all three of my children carry their parents' journalistic genes. But I sometimes worry that they're leaning a little further left ... say, toward broadcast journalism. Brady is my meteorologist and Kendall is definitely the fashion reporter. But Keaton redeemed himself in our eyes last night with the following exchange while watching television last night (we watch American Idol as a family - it's a good opportunity to teach self-esteem, you know ...)

To set the scene, imagine father and son in the recliner half-listening as a television news promo comes on.

KEATON: "Daddy, they said something about a little boy. What did the little boy do?"

DAD: "I don't know, Keaton. I guess we'll have to watch the news to figure that out."

KEATON: "But Dad, you write the news for them, don't you? How come you don't know already?"

Smart, smart boy!