Today began like the perfect New England Saturday: I slept in, woken up by a footie pajama’d 2 year old to go down and eat home made pancakes. The Neighbor was over, and brought insanely good maple syrup from her tiny Vermont hometown. Then we went out into the first real snow of the winter- a whole 3 inches, bleah, but it was 30ish degrees, so relatively warm. Perfect snowman building weather. We jumped around in the snow, tossed poorly formed snowballs at each other, got yelled at by the plowman…typical New Englandy pleasures. The morning was topped off by the aforementioned snowman.
This is where the Baby gets all David Lynchy on our asses. The snow wasn’t the best snowman snow, kinda powdery and it wouldn’t stick together. So we used the little known Reductive Method of Snowman Making: HH shoveled the walkway snow into a big pile and we sort of formed the pile into a snowman-like mass. This particular snowman wasn’t coming together as planned, so we decided he was sitting down. We formed legs and feet sticking out the bottom of the snow mass body. As the adults stood back admiring our ingenuity, the Baby became obsessed with its “bum”.
Her:”wha’ haapen to the bum?” (She would not elaborate.)
Us: ????
Then she ran around adding specks of snow to the crotch area. I don’t…know…what goes on in her head…
