My nine year old daughter suddenly realized yesterday that she’d missed Groundhog Day.

While driving her to basketball practice she suddenly whipped her head towards me.

“Dad!!!!” she yelled, alarmed. “Did the groundhog see his shadow?

I told her sadly that he did. Six more weeks of winter.

“What!!!!!??? It’s beautiful out,” she bellowed, arms outstretched, her mouth in a perfect circle of cosmic outrage. “What’s wrong with him? This is two years in a row he saw his shadow. We’ve gotta’ get a new groundhog!!!”