The phone rang late at night last week. You know late night or early morning phone calls don’t usually contain good news. I walked slowly to the phone, picked up the receiver, listened to the words on the other end. A tear rolled down my cheek. It’s the kind of news no parent really wants to hear - is scared to hear: Snow day. Again. Like children all over New England, both my kids were hoping this would happen, my daughter pulling out all the stops and using every “good luck” move she knows. She put her pajamas on inside out and backwards, licked a spoon and shoved it under her pillow, and …