
Dad said I had to go shovel the walk if I wanted to eat today so here I am, saving our postman from the treacherous path that is our front walk. Something about a liability issue... then I pointed to our gutters and exclaimed, "Ice carrots, daddy!" He laughed so hard he was crying. What a baby.

Eventually Dad came out to help me... It must have been the small family of snowmen I built, or the brigade of snow angels, or maybe it was the duplex igloo I finished. He kept saying I have to focus... keep the eye on the prize. Now all I can think about are those little marshmellows that float to the top of my hot chocolate. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
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