Hi everybody. First a quick explanation, then the picture I have for you.
I was heading out to the car this morning, and after starting the frigid lump of steel, hoping that it would warm up, I went back to put the garbage out for pickup. Not usually a bid deal, but it’s up the other side deck over the perpetual snow-drift we have here from Fall to Spring. My boys are kind enough to tramp a path back and forth to the side deck through/over/around this snowdrift, so it’s not too bad hiking through it.
But this morning I had to go back to that spot just off of said deck, because I realized there was something of note there. My youngest, Aidan, was playing outside last night when we got home (so was Connor), and in playing he had forgotten to put away his toys. Now, remember, he has no preset ideas about what is a proper winter toy, so here is what he was doing yesterday in the snow, in full snow-gear, in the dark, at minus 10 C.