Hot chocolate!

Logan and I on Sunday went outside to play in the snow. It barely snowed, but it was sticky, and we rolled a snowman. Lucky for me this was Logan's first real snowman and had no clue that daddy made it wrong: huge body, and a tiny, mashed head. Really, it wasn't my fault--the snow kept breaking up. Then we came inside and had some hot chocolate, in which Logan was very pleased to partake.