Momma: "No Allie, it is not the kind of snow that will stay on the ground"
Allie: "Momma, I want to make snow angels."
Momma, after making a disgusted face: "Allie, no snow angels in the city, I think the dogs own the pavement around here!" Catch my drift.
All in all, it is beginning to look a lot like.....a Parisian Christmas. More on that later.
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