I ran outside to clear the front step of some ice this afternoon and little man stood just inside on the other side of the glass storm door to watch. As I came back in he started running all around the house screeching and chattering. I watched him scurry into the kitchen and reach desperately into my non injury threatening utensil drawer and pull out a spatula. Spatula in hand he raced to the front door grabbing at his snow boots and pointing at the door. I sat there puzzled. Then it hit me, he was ready to head out and shovel more snow.
I guess this is to be expected when you arm your child with a pink plastic serving spoon to go out and play in the snow...
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