Against all odds

At 7 a.m., she spotted the dusting of snow from her bedroom window.

By 8 a.m., she had finished her breakfast, dressed herself in cowboy boots and mittens, and was waiting impatiently for Caleb to get ready so they could go outside.

By 8:15, she was starting to believe us when we told her that this was not enough snow to go sledding in. Indeed, it wasn't even enough snow to warrant the wearing of snow gear. So she decided she'd build some snowballs instead.

I'm afraid she had to settle for brushing ice off of her mittens. Snowpocalypse, this was not.