Having a ball

There's a lot of fun stuff to be found at grandparents' homes.

There are grandparents (of course) . . .

. . . and cool furry pink ball thingies . . .

. . . and snowballs.

You heard me.

At the cabin yesterday, Dad aimed his snow blower at the back of Sean's truck, and Sean carted the load down the mountain for our snow-throwing enjoyment.

While the rest of us were risking frostbite making hand-packed snowballs, my favorite engineer concluded that it would be both more comfortable and more efficient to toss snow using a shovel.

Ally-oop!