It was slow going on our walk to school this morning. Slow because every few seconds Roo had to stop to assemble a snow ball and eventually propel it against an unsuspecting light pole. Declaring "this is the best day of my life", Roo was in his glory amongst the occasional piles of slushy white stuff (as a Minnesotan, I can't quite call it snow). If this dusting brings him this much joy, I'm thinking we absolutely need to plan a ski trip before the winter is over.
Last night
This morning
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