Sam was pretty darned excited about the trace of snow we got overnight. Actually, it snowed pretty heavily after he went to sleep, but by the time he woke up, most of it had melted. We discovered a good patch on the deck, though, which meant the following:
- We scooped it up in the red bucket and played with it at the breakfast table. Some of it may have been consumed despite the pieces of debris in it and my constant warnings.
- We had to wear our snow hat (at the breakfast table). Because you wear your snow hat when it snows.
- We had to carry around the snowman eraser Sam got in his Advent Calendar (not seen here).
- We got to watch Dad scrape the snow off the car. Yay, Dad!
Sam also wanted to wear his snowman jacket, not his policeman jacket, or his fireman jacket. We weren't sure what that meant, so Bruce broke out the puffy coat I bought Sam (silly me) in the fall, which has not been worn once. Sam did not think that was a snowman jacket, so he ultimately settled for the policeman jacket. He begrudgingly agreed to go to daycare after being promised the potential for snow there.
I suddenly feel incredibly guilty we don't live in New Hampshire. Stupid warm winter.
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