Helen Belden sighed as she gazed out the kitchen window at the unending white landscape. A high of 3 degrees today! Another day stuck in the house. She turned her head toward the sound of squabbling youngsters.

"No you can't." Helen heard her 4-year old son, Mart yell at his 3-year old sister, Trixie.

"Yes I can." Trixie yelled back. "You're not the boss of me."

Helen entered the family room where the two youngsters were facing each other, arms crossed and faces set with determination.

"Mom", Mart complained, "I'm trying to plan a show for you and Trixie says she can be in it. But she can't do anything so I say she can't be in my show."

Helen, tired of keeping the peace between the two youngsters made a decision.

"Mart", she began, "You make your show and Trixie can make her own show. I'll give you guys 10 minutes. Then you can put on your shows for me."

Mart and Trixie ran off to their rooms to work on their acts. Ten minutes later, Mart stood in front of his mom and sang, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious". When Trixie's turn came she disappeared behind the back of the sofa. Suddenly, two little blue-socked feet popped up on the back of the sofa. As Trixie giggled, the two little feet danced their way across the sofa back while she sang, "Wet foot, dry foot, low foot, high foot."

When the show was over, Helen clapped her hands and praised Mart and Trixie. Looking back out the window she thought to herself, "Only 56 more days till spring!"