Snow Boys

When it snows, I grumble. The native Californian in me rebels at the thought of frigid temperatures and slick roads.

My native New Yorkers, however, love the snow. Can't get enough of it. When the sun comes out, my oldest boy cries, "NO! It might melt the snow!"

I don't understand these strange little frozen creatures. I love them to pieces, but I'm definitely hoping the groundhog doesn't see its shadow this year!