Weezer was right.

We had our first snow of the season, about a 1/2 inch of white dust. Leigha got all geared up to go play in it then opened the door with a huge smile on her face....only to come in about five minutes later. "*sigh* Bri, don't worry about it. You can't even make a snowball out there." So I suggested they do snow angels. Bri was only interested in making tracks across the driveway (which surprised me considering the word 'angel' is part of 'snow angel.') but Leigha decided to give it a shot. She lay down in the yard, flapped and kicked furiously, stood up carefully, then sighed while admiring her work. Finally, she decided to follow Bri around for a bit. Not enjoying the making tracks in the snow thing as much as her little sister, she returned (a little less dejected, but still dejected) into the warmth of the house once more. Bri was right behind. They both asked for hot chocolate, which I did not produce (five minutes? Please. You gotta earn your marshmallows around here!) so they sighed and went to color. Oh well, I tried.