Crackers

"I spy with my little eye," Roman said at dinner, "something that starts with the letter M. And it's white."

Ben, without hesitation: "Is it MOM?"

Wow. Time to get some sunshine? Or change make-up shades?

Thankfully, today we accomplished #1. All the other white stuff has melted, and in the course of a week, we went from this:

...to this:

The melt did mean saying farewell to Crackers, the boys' first snowman (with an unintentionally cheeky name). I can't help but show him off one more time.

And, for those of you playing, the answer to Roman's "I Spy" was milk. Not pasty pale Mom, although that was a pretty inspired guess.