We don’t get much snow here in central Texas; endless, hot summer days infested by mosquitos seem to be more our thing. So when giant, icy cotton balls fall from the sky, here, it is magical. That day was today. Our very own snowy day. And just like Peter (from the book), the kids crunched away, looking for footprints (or “animal tracks”), knocking at snow with sticks, and even having their own snowball fight. Even little Olive banged her chubby little hands on the door to get outside. The kids only lasted about an hour before their non-waterproofed winter-wear wore off, and they were forced to retreat inside with frozen toes and fingers. Still, they loved it.