Frosty

An original name, yes? But that is what they insisted on calling the snowman their Daddy built for them.

I placed the hat and scarf, Daddy put in the stick arms, but all of the buttons and face elements were entirely the creation of our 5 year old.

And all throughout the day, he would run to replace carrot nose, button or eye, as the wet melting snow let them drop.

Finally, a mere 30 minutes after a tear-filled realization that, just as we had told him, Frosty would melt, we found him happily destroying his snowman, saying with a tough-kid growl in his voice, and an ear-to-ear grin, "Mama! I knocked Frosty's head off!" And one of our sweet weekend visitors (we had an open house for our Labrador customers) piped up, "I'm throwing his body at him!" as she scooped a snowball from his side and threw it at his belly.

Kids.