Last winter we had a little snow. Too little for any real fun, but we did what we could with what we got. For the couple of snow days we had around here, Turbo and daddy got all bundled up and walked around in the winter wonderland that was our neighborhood.
Those days were quiet and beautiful and very, very bright. Crunch, crunch, crunch goes the snow under the boots.
Infant Smiley and I stayed nice and warm in the house during those treks, and so it seemed only fair to greet the red-nosed lads with something warm to drink when they came back inside.
Hot cocoa for all. Yum!
Tonight, in, a-hem, late July, Turbo says to us as we're trying to get him to go to bed, "Can I have cocoa?"
Dad bends down and whispers in his ear, "Yes. The next time it snows you can have cocoa." Dad and Mom give each other knowing looks. We got this one, that's right. He'll probably forget about it by then.
2 seconds later...
"Dad! It's snowing!"
Um, no, it's not, but A for effort, Junior.
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