grayson says... snow = icky

 Grayson says...

It snowed today. We got four inches, and the 'rents didn't have to go to work.

Daddy balled up some of the white stuff and put it on my tray. I immediately reached out to touch it (cuz I'm nosy like that). Mommy said something about building a snowman.

 Hey Daddy...

How come my snowman is only one ball? I mean, come on.

That's better. Hmm. I must study this small specimen of a snowman you've brought me.

 Yeah, I guess that'll do. So I just touch it, right? That's all you do with snow? I like grabbing things, so I guess that's okay.

 OMG what is THAT?

 I think it's... BITING ME. Why would you give me something that would bite me, Daddy?

 Do I just keep touching it? What's the point of snow?

 I don't like this very much...

 You suck, snowman.

I don't think I'm going to touch it anymore. I'm keeping my paws well away! You can't make me! You two have the dumbest ideas sometimes.

 But wait...

 Maybe I could eat it?

AHAHAHAHA!

 ...No, really.

 Mr. Snowman is happily living outside on the deck railing now... away from gummy baby mouths.