I have spent the last three years waiting for the right snowfall to build a snowman with Jack, and it finally came! We had a ball making a snowman the other morning. (Actually, Jack and I made it while Maren ate the snow.) After we were finished, Jack was only disappointed that the snowman didn't come to life. When I asked him what he wanted to name his snowman, he said, "Frosty mommy, he can be Frosty Stout." Perfect.
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