We got our first biggish snow on Saturday, so by Sunday the boys were dying to make a snowman.
With Jason gone on a deer hunt, and me being a Texan and not an engineer, our snowman wasn't anything to write home about.
But we (JR, Reed, and me) got through it. (Kyle went inside after about 2 minutes.)
Here's our finished product, my kids chose to forgo arms and make him a hunter instead. That big stick is supposed to be his gun.
But my children making a gun toting snowman in the middle of liberal Durango isn't even the best part of the story.
Being a snowman novice, I decided the best way to make-up his face was to use some of the ridiculous amounts of candy we have.
Those eyes are big Halloween sized Tootsie Rolls.
As it was getting dark Sunday night, Kyle came to me and said he was going to play outside.
I said "Okay" knowing it was cold and he wouldn't stay out more than a few seconds.
A few minutes later I heard the front door shut, Kyle's feet coming up the stairs, and then as he approached me, the faint smell of chocolate wafted through the air.
I looked, and there was Kyle standing in front of me with some chocolate smeared on his cheek.
I asked him, "Did you get in the Halloween candy?"
But knew he hadn't since I hadn't heard the candy drawer rolling open or the pantry door shutting.
And then it came to me...
"Kyle, Did you go outside and eat the snowman's eyes?"
This is probably one of those occasions when a teachable moment about how your shouldn't eat a snowman's face should have occurred, but I thought it was so hilarious I just laughed.
Our snowman looks like this now.