When I'd mentioned yesterday that I hoped to go nowhere today,I'd envisioned myself not leaving the house.
The snow began sticking to the ground this morning as this little one watched out the window.
He asked at least 700 times if we could go out now.
It was really perfect snowman snow. What could I say?
"What's it taste like bud?""Like SNOWFLAKES!!!!"
"What do snowflakes taste like?""Like BRRRRR!!!"