My little guy seems to think that God makes it snow JUST for him. I'm still replaying in my mind how happy he was when he looked out the window this morning. "Christmas is here! It's Chirstmas time! . . . Where's Santa?" he repeated over and over again then ran off to find all the accessories he would need to be allowed outside.
"I need to eat snow!" he exclaimed. "I need a cup."
He remembers exactly what happened last year! Once it snows, we get a cup, scoop up some freshly fallen snow, and drench it in strawberry syrup:) Once he had his snow in his cup he ran to the cupboard and pulled out the syrup. Once he ate his snow he was ready to go make snow angels. What joy!