Barely able to see, due to scarves around necks and hats pulled well over ears and foreheads, (a good Canadian tradition), we come across Mr. Snowman on the front lawn.
We really want the snowman to get into the sleight too, but Papi says he can't walk yet.
This is what always happens when your mittens get away from you! Oh bother, let's just go inside. It's VERY sunny but oh so cold this day at Mamère and Papi's house! This is NOT California!