Welcome to the Kenai Peninsula, where spring is the nicest part of winter.

When I say that, I don’t mean that I’m happy that winter is almost over. (News flash, no matter what that groundhog in Pennsylvania said at the beginning of February, we’ve got at least a month to go.)

What I mean is that typically, the weather this time of year is great for getting out to enjoy all the snow that’s been accumulating since the fall.

There, I’ve said it. I like winter, and wouldn’t mind if it hung around for a few more weeks.

Can a man change his stars?

Or, more specifically, is it ethically OK for the editor to tweak the horoscope just a little to mess with his kids?

Of course, the answer to that question is clearly no. But it certainly would be a lot of fun.

You see, the daily horoscope is a big deal in our house. The rest of the paper is frequently strewn about the kitchen in our rush to get to that page first.

My wife is a professional educator. She has a master’s degree, a slew of continuing education credits and close to 20 years of classroom experience. She has read extensively on the latest brain research in an effort to be the most effective teacher she can be.

However, she is having some troubles figuring out the inner workings of the middle school-age boy’s mind.

For a while, I was pretty sure I was turning into my dad — you know, dress socks with jeans and sneakers, and falling asleep on the couch watching sports.

Turns out, I’m turning into my dog.