Just about dinner time, a light rain turned to snow. Shmoogie rushed out to see for herself, then back in to report with a grin that, "It's really cold outside!"
She was barefoot. "Did you go out there in bare feet?" I asked in alarm.
"No! I wore my boots!" her tone indicated how dense she thought I was, "That was a good idea, Mommy." Definitely a better idea than barefoot, but socks might have been nice, too?
She and Mr. P ran out again and again, coming back in for a moment to say, "It's so cold!" (they wore no coats) and, in Shmoogie's case, "Feel my hands!" which were red, ice-cold, and totally thrilling to her.
Alex loves snow as much as he loves sand, which is a lot. A fluffy white mop of a dog frisking around in a crazy spring snow is hillarious, but hard to photograph. I'm glad he stood still for me for a second!