The first snow of the year fell over the weekend, blanketing the ground in white. I pulled out all the winter gear—the snowpants and the boots and the warm hats and the wool socks—and we headed outside to play.
I don't like to wear mittens.
But I don't like cold hands, either.
What to do, what to do . . .
Don't worry about the white stuff, peoples.
I'll turn it all yellow for you.
Dinner last night: tacos