The Snowball Fight with the Mailman

After a big snowstorm in January, my two kids built a fort in the front yard and stockpiled about a hundred snowballs. When the mail carrier came up our walk, they ambushed him.

I was horrified. I ran out to apologize. But the mail carrier, a big guy named Terrence, just put down his bag, scooped up a handful of snow and fired back. Direct hit. My son shrieked with delight.

For ten minutes, there was an all-out war in my front yard. Terrence used our mailbox as cover. The kids used their fort. I stayed on the porch, laughing. Neighbors came out to watch.

Finally, Terrence raised his hands in surrender, picked up his bag and handed my kids their mail. "Same time tomorrow?" he said. They've ambushed him every snow day since. He's never once been late with the mail.