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  • We got back from the sun, saturday night. Winter came with us. Sunday we made a snowman. The snow was perfect. He knew from "Special Agent Oso" that you have to make three snowballs. One big. One middle-sized. One small, for the head. We cooperated in the construction. We found rose hips for eyes, mouth, ears and nose. And twigs for arms.

    - It's a boy! he said, when it was finished.
    - Let's make him a mom!
    - OK, but tomorrow. We don't have time today, I said.

    Today we went out in the yard to make a mom for the boy. But today, the snow was no good. It was too cold, and it was dry and flyaway. It didn't stick to the snowball. We worked hard, but the more we rolled the ball, the smaller it got.

    - We have to do this another day, I said.

    He was upset. I suggested we make a snow lantern instead. He wanted to. I started to roll snowballs and put them in a hollow pyramid. It fell apart. He cried. I started over. Then I told him that we were going to put a candle inside the pyramid. He cried and cried. Turns out he thought we were going to make a snow lantern that you can carry with you. He won't let me put a candle in the one I made now.

    - Mabye tomorrow, he says.
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