Friday afternoon, about an hour after I arrived at my sister's, a flukey little storm blew through Westport. It lasted about an hour, dumped a couple of inches of snow on the ground, and provided just of the white stuff for a quick snowball fight.
Charlie eventually joined in, but he was very very busy picking Lego kits out of a toy catalogue. When asked what he was telling Santa he wanted for Christmas, he practically sighed before answering "It's complicated."
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