when your four-year-old plays in the snow in the beginning of a big snow storm, using your snow shovel as a toy, and then drops it somewhere in the yard where about 8″ of snow buries it, leaving you to play a fun game of hide-and-seek in the 1 degree weather.
Of course, the humor is much easier to find than the shovel, especially when you’re in a warm kitchen brewing coffee in your pajamas still.
He’s a good man.
Just started reading your blog today… wonderful wording on all of it…loved the shovel thing and how ur in the house nice and warm while the Mr. looks for it. LMAO.. I would have done the same :)