Only One

The Streamers were snow bound tonight. Winter gear was donned in a mere 25 minutes and sledding was on the menu. We traipsed up and down the street and made jumps and snow angels and watched Timmers eat all the snow he could hold. Good times. Daddy got to shoveling while listening to the sounds of fighting cherubs. Someone pushed a smaller one into the snow and that small person pushed an even smaller person and that smaller one pushed snow into the face of the smallest. Like I said, good times. "Remember all the fun we used to have playing outside in the winter?" I asked Pat. He answered, "Yeah, we only had one."