Ice ice baby

My daughter Hope and I are not actually from The South. We moved here from Out West so that I could teach at an underprivileged school/make a difference/inspired young minds/etc. (hasn't happened yet but of course I will keep you posted). So imagine my dismayed surprise this morning when I came out to my car and discovered a sheet of ice covering my windshield. What to do??? Quickly discovered that rubbing it with a fast food napkin has little effect. Windshield wipers equally useless. I ended up backing out into the sunlight and sitting there waiting for it to melt. Almost late for work- lovely. Later, as I was working with students on Making Predictions, it occurred to me that this was a unique opportunity presenting itself to me! So I posed the following to my kids- "Suppose someone came out one morning and found a ridiculous amount of unecessary ice on their windshield. Predict what they would do next." Among the responses: hot water, cold water, spit on it, breathe on it, go back to bed (I like!!), scrape it off with your shoe, use the defroster (huh? never heard of it). Then one bright and charming young man piped up "Hey Miz Cracker- you should just buy you a new Camaro! They've got heated windshield wipers!" Oh, well of course. Let me just run right out with my massive teacher's salary and do that.