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…