Well, not exactly his very first snow, but last month we actually took him outside in it so he could touch it and play with it. It’s been a freakily mild winter, with nowhere near the typical amount of snowfall, and when it does snow it doesn’t accumulate much. So a few weeks ago, when I saw that not only was it snowing, but it was sticking, and that we had a couple inches of it on our deck, I suggested to Marcus that we take Emrick out for a look.
After letting him walk around the deck for a while, I had a great idea to take him down the stairs to the lawn where he could run around more freely. We were down there about 30 seconds before Emrick delivered his verdict on this whole stand-in-the-freezing-cold-while-snow-piles-up-on-your-head-and-feet idea:
And that verdict was: Why are you torturing me? Get me out of here. Please!
So there ended our venture into the snow. We went inside, took off our wet shoes and socks, and then cuddled Emrick until he was warm and dry. Sweet, sweet Pooks.
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Do I need to buy The Boy a hat? — with ear flaps? —- and mittens?
How about the snowsuit like in Christmas Story??
I concur with his verdict on snow. Good boy.