I had one happy little camper this morning, when he looked out the window. He wanted to go out and play immediately. But we had tumbling class. I knew this was the type of snow that wouldn't stick aroud. So I promised him that after class, we would go out if there was still snow.
There was just enough for throwing a couple of snowballs and making lots of footprints. Of course, there was still plenty to eat. In the kiddo's book, that is the most important thing.