Oh, please let this be the end of the snow

It snowed last night. It’s still snowing. Come on already!

But, I have very good reason to hope this is the last snow:

This morning, we packed Zora up to go spend the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa. (We’ll reunite at Easter dinner, after  all the hub-bub at church has died down.)

She walked to the car, plodded through the snow on the way, and wound up with some of the white stuff on her boots.

Then, in her carseat, she proceeded to pick snow off her boots (the bottoms, mind you) and eat it. Repeatedly. Her narration of the event (‘now is snow in her lexicon):

“‘now, ‘now….MMMMMM.”