Rationing the Marshmallows

Big flakes, folks. Piper and I are watching real snow. Our world is closed. Only we exist inside this inclement weather let’s call the whole thing off bubble.

It’s just us and the hot chocolate. We’re on our third cup. It’s not even 10 a.m. I’m going to have to start rationing the marshmallows. Here’s Piper’s version:

Bring on the Snow

We’re waiting for snow in D.C. Sissy and Piper have been staring at their sleds for two years waiting. I think our wait is over.

“We might get a foot of snow, P!” Sissy said on our walk home from school.

“A foot?”

“Yeah. That’s a lot.”

“Not really,” Piper said. “My foot is kind of small.”