My Little Calvin

Everyone else had already come inside.
But not my little Calvin.
I watched him from the window as he meticulously worked each snowball to spherical perfection.

Then as carefully as he had crafted them, he lined them up on the chair.
Counting and re-counting his arsenal.

And then he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Passing the time by making snow angels.

Knowing that it if he waited long enough, maybe just maybe, an unsuspecting Susie Derkins would eventually come his way.
And my little Calvin...

...he would be ready.