We've been enjoying a series of snowstorms the past few weeks. Before the onslaught began, my snow-loving D2 overheard DH talking in the kitchen.
"We are getting a snow storm tonight, another two days after that, and one more on the weekend." He explained.
D2 instantly ran out of her bedroom, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and slid her socks along the wood floor to come to a screeching halt right in front of her dad.
"Talk to me, weatherman!" she invited with a big grin.