The Ninety-Third Day of Winter

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It’s Saturday. I don’t need to suit everyone up for snow play. It’s even above freezing. The perfect day for going outside. Or so I think. I try to get CutieLittleBoy excited about going outside to play this morning. He’s morosely standing at the window.

“I don’t want to go outside to play. There’s no snow. I only like to go outside when there’s snow to play with.”


He cannot be serious. Can he?

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