If you read one of my previous posts, you may believe that snow is something to be afraid of. Today I decided to put these fears to rest and prove that the elements can be confronted quite easily. Daddy made a snowman the day before, thinking that it might suppress my fear of snow. Wishful thinking. I didn’t really care for his snowman. I posed in front of it because my parents kinda forced me, not because I wanted to.
Now let’s talk about my alleged fear of snow. What fear of snow? Are you kidding me? I had a lot of fun going back and forth in the driveway and on the street. That was after my parents finally accepted that I would not spend my time admiring a snowman. Some may argue that the layer of snow was not as thick as last time. Half of the driveway was almost clear because daddy had shovelled the snow twice. The other half had a relativelly thin layer of snow (daddy shovelled that section only once), which almost turned into ice because of hours of freezing rain. That’s a valid argument, but I will address it at some other time.