WAFFLES: Look, Boss! I'm catching snowflakes on my tongue!
KATIE: Do they taste like chicken?
WAFFLES: Chicken??? Do YOURS taste like chicken?
KATIE: No, they taste like snowflakes.
WAFFLES: Chicken snowflakes?
KATIE: There's no such thing as chicken snowflakes, Waffles.
WAFFLES: EEEEEK!!! These chicken snowflakes are COLD!
KATIE: The only chicken around here is Waffles.
It snowed like crazy all day Sunday. This photo was taken early in the afternoon when we had about 6". By nightfall, our official yardstick read almost 10".
Katie is a gamer. She's fascinated by the snow. She'll touch it and let it blow in on her. She's even stepped in it a number of times. Though you'd think Waffles would be all brave and curious, he's the polar (pun intended) opposite of Katie. We call him the snow chicken. One little paw touch and he hops the other way. He only lasted a few seconds by the open doors. Fortunately, it was just enough time for Glogirly to snap off a few photos.
Mr. Sun should be visiting us soon, so it won't be long before the snow you see today is gone tomorrow.