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I flipped through the photos on my phone and one caught my eye. I laughed to myself, remembering this story.
You see, a couple weekends ago, the weather warmed up and it was time to remove all things winter.
My husband was busy working outside taking down the Christmas lights and folding up the multiple blow-up decorations that were once buried under all the snow.
M. and I were busy locating every snowman, snowflake, and anything else that reminded us of winter around the house. We made a pile that we eventually carried upstairs to put away until next winter into the walk-in attic.
P. wanted something to do, but she did not want to put on her shoes and head outside to help her Daddy. She also didn't want to help us on our snowman hunt inside the house.
"Mommy, will you play the card game with me?" she asked.
"Honey, not right now. Let me finish collecting all the snowmen. Maybe in a little bit, okay?"
"Okay," she sadly replied.
"Did you ask M. if she wanted to play?" I yelled to her.
"No! I don't want to play! I'm finding snowmen!" M. answered.
P. walked into the playroom. After about ten minutes, she was still quiet. I went to go check on her and found her playing WAR ...
... with her buddy, Olaf. She was content and happily playing.
"Hey, can I play now?" I asked P.
"No thanks. Olaf is playing with me," P. informed me.
I quickly snapped the picture and showed my husband. He laughed then wondered, "Is this a parent fail?"
I told him, "No, signs of being independent and ingenious!"