This morning, there was a brilliant blue sky. (Cue birds singing, faint hallelujah chorus here) The snow sparkled. It was a perfect day to go outside.
C ran out, bent on getting to the best spot for digging with his trucks, and went sprawling.
Because under the pretty, pretty snow?
They cavorted and slid around on their bellies and were soaking wet by the time the puddles weren't any fun anymore. Next up? A
C has been determined to make a snowman all winter.
So, even though there was some dissent among the ranks
I'm union, and I'm on a break.
the snowman was built.