I have a theory

And my theory is...it always snows at the end of October. Always. It may not snow again for another month or so, but it seems like it always snows at the very end of October. Sometimes. Most of the time.

As soon as D got home from preschool the boys headed straight outside to play before the last of it melted (there were probably three inches or so when they first woke up).

It didn't take D long to remember the fine art of snowball making. And snowball throwing.

It didn't take Lt long to put the snow in his mouth and decide that it was almost as good as ice. Even the dirty snow on the sandbox. The thing that child puts in his mouth...