I didn’t want to burst her bubble, but it was hard to refrain from explaining the meaning of the word ‘flurries.’ I managed to keep my mouth shut, however, and gamely helped her to put on her coat and her boots and her gloves.
She then spent the next few minutes trying to make snowballs. Which led to frustration, because let’s face it, it’s hard to make snowballs when there is only one millimeter of snow on the ground.
The snow disappeared as quickly as it appeared. But at least I was able to memorialize her happiness in this photo.