I Can't Do This All By Myself, Dad
Greating to everyone.
The three of us, Douglas (Xavier's new best friend), Xavier and I, were up at 0300 this morning.
The light-rail trains could not get Douglas to DIA in time for his 0600 flight, so up we got to do what the trains could not.
The forecast boasted bitter cold and six inches of snow. Well, when we got up, not so much. Twenty degrees and less than a dusting of snow.
Upon returning from the airport, the snow began falling with more earnest. Xavier and I went back to bed at 0530, sleeping to 0900.
We were up less than ten minutes and Xavier wanted to go outside. We unpacked his snow pants and boots, then out we went.
After finding his snow shovel, Xavier went to work while I looked on. He stopped and looked at me.
"Come on, Dad. I can't do this all by myself."
All the walkways and driveways were clear of snow; the only place snow had any depth was about half an inch on top of the grass.
Xavier shoveled the grass, making paths all over the yard. Twice he dropped down and made a snow angel (good ones, too).
My job, as it turned out, was to make his trails wider as I had the shovel with the wider blade.