Everyone keeps talking about the inauguration today. I ask, “What about this stuff falling out the sky?” Mom and Dad seem excited about it. During breakfast, they kept telling me this was my first “snow.”
What is snow? White, slow, fluffy rain?? Can I eat it? (I pondered this as I tried Dad’s strawberry)
Finally! They let me touch it. It’s COLD. And clumpy. And it makes our cars look weird. 
OK, I've had enough! I worried that if we stayed in the snow too long, it would turn me into a snowman (like it did the cars).
Maybe I'll be more impressed with the next snow.
