by Jian Jie (鉴戒)
Snow is bad for those afflicted with ADD. I learned this on one of many days with my much loved, but far too easily distracted, Robin, who seems to want to watch each snowflake land on the ground and melt. I think he’d even mourn for them if there weren’t so many of them. That could lead to a dangerous discussion on whether God mourns for lost souls or not, but I’d really prefer not to go there.
Robin laughs as he looks at me, his head tilted to the side. “Snow, in my ear,” he whimpers and I cover his ears with my hands until it melts. He really acts so young and you’d never believe that someone had put him in control of twenty odd under-graduate students. He hardly seems to be able to take care of himself.