One tends to forget how much children love to play in the snow.
We had another substantial snowfall this past Wednesday and Thursday, our daughter, the nanny, brought her little three-year old buddy here for a visit.
I suggested the two of them go out to shovel off our deck and wooden walkway. With helpers like that around I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.
We had a small, light-weight camping shovel just the right size for a short person so out they went to do the job.
When daughter noticed her companion continually falling off the deck and walkway, which are both a short distance up from ground level, she asked him if he was doing that on purpose.
To which he replied, "No, I'm doing it for fun!"
Also eating handfuls of snow must have been fun, too, as I'm guessing he consumed something equal to a half gallon of water doing so. Our daughter said it reminded her of when she was small and I made her "slushies" with maple syrup or home canned juice drizzled over the top of a cupful of new fallen snow.
There's a lesson to be learned. In the past, I've shoveled off our deck and walkways a gazillion times but have never jumped or "fallen off" into the snow for fun. And, golly-gosh, I wonder when was the last time I ate a handful of new fallen snow?