Brady wasn't too sure about the cold stuff, but eventually decided it tasted OK.
Bryan played with the dogs until they knocked him down. (They were a little excited about the snow, too.)
Syd & Bryce loved their answer to prayer!
...nor (2) that I can't be kind to things I don't like. Namely, cats. I'm not a cat-lover, cat-liker--barely a cat-tolerator. So you can imagine how close Barry came to death when he strolled through the door this morning with a friend of the feline persuasion. Of course we heard choruses of, "Can we keep him?" as the kids chased him(?) through the house. Barry, sensing his impending doom, quickly responded, "No. I think he belongs to someone." That satisfied the kids--well, that and offering the pathetic meowing animal some food and water. The only appropriate cat food I had was a can of tuna, so, trying to be a gracious hostess, I offered the stranger my lunch.
Syd & Bryce insisted on watching the cat eat. When the cat left, they were disappointed. I wasn't.