On Friday, instead of having our last day of classes before Winter Break, we had a snow day. No complaints from me, as I was pretty tired out. By the afternoon, I'd had a nap and was ready to take on the in-house snow monster.
He'd used his snowball molding device to build up our arsenal. Then we engaged in a little snowball fight. He's got a good arm for this sort of thing and it must be said that he's a lot faster than me.
But little boys should never underestimate their mama's cunning desire to win a round or two. Or aim a snowball at a retreating backside.
Photos were snapped by Grandpa, from the (relative) safety of the front porch.