The two men helped the children find their mittens and zip their coats, and then they followed them out into the snow.
Jordan grabbed his sister's hand and dragged her over to a patch of newly-fallen powder, which he attempted to shape into a ball.
William plunked to the ground and began stuffing fistfuls of clean snow into his mouth.
I remember Drew at that age. He did the same thing. We used to laugh and remind him not to eat the yellow snow. As a kid, dog pee was one of the funniest things I could think of. He rolled his eyes at the memory and then shook his head.
“Is everything all right?” Sean asked.
Michael nodded. “I have a little brother. He's almost thirty now, but in my mind, he'll always be three and shoveling fresh powder into his mouth.”
“I remember Danny doing the same,
