The news kept saying we were going to get some snow this weekend. At 12:30, it didn't look too bad.
By 4:30, I could not be convinced to leave the garage.
When I was finally forced outside, it wasn't so bad. The snow even tasted pretty good.
Then Dad started throwing snowballs for me to chase.
I was freezing by the time we went back in, but we had a great time. We just found out there is no school tomorrow, so maybe we'll get to go out again.