It may still be nice out but that doesn't mean that there isn't snow on the ground.
Forever. Snow on the ground forever.
Camden came blasting into the living room with a snowman in his hand. Not just a snowman, a snow-tyrannosaurus rex.
Because of course it is.
Then as he excited held it over my hot coffee asking if I wanted to hold it, he accidentally squashed the bottom of it and snow spluttered all over my sofa and into my coffee.
My 11 year old crashed into the house in a helmet, roller blades and a flight jacket, and brought a snow T-Rex into the house and exploded it all over the sofa and mom's coffee.
If that sentence doesn't declare "Boy Mom" in capital letters, I don't know what will.
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