Gretchen was nice enough to go out and clear the driveway on my birthday. Alright, who am I kidding, she clears the drive almost every time it snows.
The kids had a good time running from window to window watching mama clear the snow with the "lawn mower". It took me a good fifteen minutes and three thousand iterations of "snow blower, not lawn mower" before they realized that it wasn't the lawn mower. I think they've got it now.
