Catching drops of water.
Dad nailed him in the neck with a snowball. Charlie didn't understand my retaliation instructions.
Still enchanted by the melted snow dripping off the roof.
Dad helped him make a snowball.
Having a nice time in the snow until...
...Dad pegged him with another snowball. Outrage!
Maybe retaliation makes more sense now.
Happy boy, singing in the snow.
Charlie will be 18 months old in a few weeks, but his nursery leaders (Brother and Sister Davis, hello!) invited him to come a couple of Sundays early to acclimate. Charlie needed no help acclimating, of course. I brought him into the classroom and sat down on a chair. He took off immediately and found some toys to play with and some other toddlers to jabber with. I slipped out and came back two hours later to pick him up. He seemed a little indignant that we were asking him to leave.