Our house on the edge of the snow covered field.
Daddy had to pull three children for a long way. Good exercise though and much giggling. I followed behind because the baby decided to get off. He had cold fingers because he was holding an icicle like it was a lost treasure.
Fingers warmed by an illicit bottle of milk. Far too big for this now but as long as he still pronounces it 'bobble' he has me wrapped around his little finger : )
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