|my snow angel|
On one of my jaunts to my sister home, I had the opportunity to "pick up" her granddaughters from school. Of coarse the grandparents drove, I was an added passenger in the car. While we waited for school to end the youngest granddaughter, we'll call her Emily, thought the snow was beautiful, and she especially thought her yard looked great with all the snow angels. She offered to come over to my house "someday" to make some. I told her my boy would help her out. How'd he do?