Ben went to work today, as he always does - except there was snow on the ground. Yes, snow. Around 2:00 p.m., he was told to go home, since the office was shutting down because of the blizzard conditions (and not the
delicious kind). Being from Michigan, Ben stuck around until about 3:00 p.m., just to prove a point -
Michiganders can drive in any weather!
Then, once at home, Ben and David bundled up to play in the snow:




Much of the time was spent with David pointing to the snow and telling his daddy, "snow ball." At which point Ben would make a snow ball, put it in David's hands, and David would gently set it on the ground.
David would also spin around in circles and fall into the snow. He would then eat the snow while saying, "This is good, this is good."
David did not want to come inside and was rather put out by Ben's proposal to do so. Alas, Ben felt he had to, since David's skin was turning rather red from exposure.

Alas, David soon realized that snow had been tracked inside, which apparently is just as delicious as the snow outside. We tried to capture him saying, "this is good, this is good," but all we got was him nodding that it was indeed tasty!
Note: For all of you germaphobes out there, we did eventually pick up the leftover snow and disposed of it in the kitchen sink.