Snow

Yes. Snow. In November. Here.

Of course, that means that snow angels must be made, snowflakes must be caught, snow must be eaten, and the sleds must be broken out. The fact that it is ten thirty at night has no bearing whatsoever on anything. Yes, neighborhood, you did see three people making snow angels in the middle of the road tonight. Don't worry. There will be no evidence left in the morning, because it is still snowing.

(There are benefits to having little sisters. Being able act like a five-year-old in new snow, happens to be one of them.)