snow tiger

i'll be honest.

i'm not a snow bunny.

i want to be.

ok, i want to want to be.

but my son

is more than a snow bunny.

he is a snow tiger.

a snow entrupenure.

someday, i'm sure, he will start some sort of profession using only snow.

my only weapon for foster "time to get out of the" snow removal was a warm cup of hot coco with extra marshmellows.

oh the crying.

oh the begging.

oh the cuteness of it all.

cheers also to the inventor of hot coco.

i'm sure you had a 2 year old.

because you're a genious.