Little J was home from school again today due to the weather. He decided to make some clay creations. This is his "Snowplow truck, snowman, and a snowman's friend" all according to him. A plow came by this morning and he watched from the front porch. I heard him holler, "Hey, do you want to come in for some nice, hot cocoa? My mom can make you some." Fortunately again, (he's invited multiple community service folks to join us for refreshments in the past) I don't think they heard him. I yanked him inside after that.