So.. we find ourselves outside shoveling snow... again...
Will: Mom, can I shovel now?
Lori: Will, hold it up so you can pick up the snow instead of just running over it!
Lori: Will! If you keep doing it that way you'll just pack it down and it will turn into ice and people will slip and fall!
Will: Mommy, it's your turn.
(I turn around and Will has walked into the street)
Lori: WILL!! Get out of the street!!
Will: Mom... you need a nap.... you're making me crazy!