Recall those pictures you've seen in old books of a group of people or kids standing around to show off how tall a particular snow drift got after a killer blizzard, here's our version.Except there isn't a snow drift.
They never had smiles either, like us.
The real story is that we had tried to take a small walk with the wagon down the road and curtailed that activity due to the incessant wind that was still bitter even if the sun made it seem slightly warmer. I lifted Sam and Anneka out of the wagon and took it back in the garage. When I came back, they were still standing there in the same positions, so I asked Priya to go stand with them for a picture. She had been ranting and raving about some other injustices and wasn't completely obliging to my request.
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