Can you believe this had to be written down? Seems pretty natural to just run around and enjoy yourself when the white stuff starts to fall.
On the other hand, my son is always asking me to play with him. I have to admit, when I sit down on the floor, I do have a moment of panic. What do I do? How do I do it? What is this “play” you speak of?
Anyway. If you’ve also traded your kid brain for adult headaches… maybe this little guide will help.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. lol.
