Celia spent the morning standing on a chair by the window singing to the snow. Then she went the whole day without eating a single pack of fruit snacks or watching a minute of Curious George. After her short nap (thanks to the snowplow), she woke up happy, which also never happens. I brought her back upstairs, she got back on her chair with her three bears, held them each up to the window and said: "Bear? Snow." "Bear? Snow." "Bear? Snow." Now they've all been officially introduced and we've had a perfect day. I think I like the snow.