After we had been dumped on, we were all driving home one night. Everything was white and the flakes were still coming down in what looked like blizzard-like fashion in the beams of the headlights. As we crept along the road we were singing. OK, well, I was singing and my husband was looking at me as if I were from Mars.
"Oh the weather outside is frightful," I belted out. "But the fire is so delightful. And, since we've no place to go..."
At this point, my son chimes in, "...we'll just have to live in the snow."
Out of the mouths of babes.