We were getting ready to go to the “big park with all the toys.”
While walking to the car, big fat snowflakes were floating down around us.
Tate: I’m going to eat snow.
Me: What does it taste like? Chocolate?
Tate: No, ice cream.
Me: Can you imagine if snow tasted like ice cream!?! Mama would love winter. We could grab a spoon and come outside and eat ice cream from our yard…
