At 7am this morning, Dewey and I woke up (him waking me up for the record) and went outside to find a wee bit of snow.  You can still see some of the red clay peeking through in some places.  It “might” have been an inch.  And they closed school.  Man, I wish I lived here when I was a kid.

So, Dewey loved the snow.  He wasn’t sure at first, but once he got down in it, all he wanted to do was eat it.  and eat it. and eat it. and not got to the bathroom, oh no, just eat snow while it’s pouring rain and ice and snow all over us. 

Oh to be a kid again.