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Willow and I head out to the 'snow'

Willow hasn't seen much snow in her short lifetime. Actually, I don't recall any snowfall of any fun depth during the past two winters (I do recall taking Willow to the park nearly every day last winter).
That's OK to me because I'd prefer it stay warm all the time, and I like taking Willow to the park and the zoo.
So Monday morning's snowfall, even though it wasn't much more than a dusting, came as a surprise to us. The snow wasn't much to play in, but Willow never has played in the snow, so we made the most of it that we could. I put Willow in her snowsuit, which she's never donned, and we headed to the back porch, where the snow measured probably a good inch.
And Willow didn't care. Nope. Not one iota.
She liked putting on the snow boots and the snow suit. She liked the mittens and the knit cap.
But, really, all she wanted to do was ... SWING!!!
Swing. Swing. Swing. Swing. Swing.
She insisted, so I buckled her in, covered her face the best I could and pushed, pushed, pushed her.
After several minutes, she conceded to me, "Daddy, it cold."
We went back inside, and I rewarded Willow's patience with the old man by giving her some chocolate milk.
As I noted, I don't much care for the cold weather, but I'd sure like a nice, deep snow some day, a snowman-making snow, you know (we've had a snowman-making kit for years now that we've never used). Don't get me wrong, I want spring NOW. But I sure wouldn't mind at least one nice snow next winter.

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