Snow

Last winter it snowed A LOT.  Every week almost it seemed.  We were stuck in a weather pattern that blew in storm after storm.  Of course Sam remembers nothing of this.  So this early, pre-Halloween Nor'easter just changed his entire world.  I picked him up to change his diaper and he peered out the window over the driveway.
"Oh," he said, looking down at our neighbor's car. "Wose's ca?" = (Rose's car?)
"Yes, there's snow on it," I told him.
"Oh, snow."  He looked down at the chunky, slushy driveway.  "Snow, mess!"
I really have to agree.  Luckily the sun came out and melted most of the snow before it hit noon.  We did go to get bagels this morning and he clomped down the street in his new Timberlands (until I can figure out what inexpensive, warm snow boots to buy a toddler who needs new shoes every month).
We agreed the snow was very crunchy and went to get our bagels, this was all minus a hat because he will not keep it on.
When we came out of the coffee shop, now covered in cream cheese and minus a hat, the snow on one side of the street had been melted by the sun.  There were now puddles and slick concrete.
"Snow gone!" Sam cried, but then spotted snow still on the mulch around trees and across the street.  "Snow?"  We had a little chat about the sun melting the snow.
The rest of the walk consisted of, "sun!  Snow gone!  More snow!  Wet!"
The fact it snowed before Halloween is going to make for a really long winter.  Snow gone?  Please?