My daughter (age 7) loves the snow (and for some reason, the cold). The snow was sticking to the ground this week so we geared up in our snow-appropriate attire and hit the campaign trail. We walked from house to house catching snow flakes in our mouth and occasionally stopping for a cup of hot chocolate.
She made snow angels on freshly-covered sidewalks while I casually built small mounds of snow in nearby driveways.
Most people were home, and we discussed the beauty the falling snow.
As we were walking, my daughter spotted a family having a snowball fight in their front yard. We stopped walking and devised a plan to join the fun. We first made a dozen small snowballs. Then we carefully maneuvered toward the family.
When we were within range, my daughter and I began throwing snowballs at the fun-loving family and joined in the snowball fight. The family started throwing snowballs at us.
After three minutes of random fun, I introduced myself and said thank you for playing along. We walked away happy and mostly unscathed (somehow I ended up with a small cut on my pinky finger).
