She had no interest in it whatsoever. So Daddy went inside where it was warm. And Pumpkin and I made this:
We played and played and then we went inside where it was warm too. In the morning, seriously, I'm not even kidding, it was gone. The snow had melted away and she stood by our back patio window and said in her sad, little voice, "Momma, where it go? There's no snow! It awlllllll gone."
The really funny thing about this is that it is now February 27. Two more sleeps until March 1, and we have a huge overabundance of the fluffy white stuff. I am so done with this. Listen up Wisconsin, you didn't want the snow in December so now it's too late! Too bad! You can't have it now! So give it up!