a snowy day. a little story.

There once was a little boy of mine who had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

He’d be waiting for the snow to finally fall in a winter where there was not many snowy days. He’d been wanting to spend 15.23891 minutes getting ready to go outside. Adding layers upon layers upon layers.

However, he forgot to remove a layer of lunch from his cheek. And do you see his hat? From New Zealand, from his aunt, from when she lived there. It’s his winter favorite. So when it started to snow he gathered his brother…who wasn’t quite as fond of the cold…

and his sister…who liked the cold a little bit better….but forgot her hat…

and another brother…who liked the snow a great deal….to play outside with him.

They played and played and played. And they played some more and more.

And finally, the older brother and the older sister wanted to go in because they were cold. But, not this little guy. So he and his other older brother, the one who liked the snow, stayed outside until their mamma told them that their cheeks and ears were getting too pink and they needed to come in and warm up.

But, the little boy, he was very happy. And, he went to bed very easily that night thanks to the snowy day and the hour where he got to run and play outside in the fresh Minnesota snow.

And that? That made his mamma very happy.

The end.