Exhibit #1: After spending the entire day not wanting to go outside in the snow (what little we have of it), LB announced at about 5pm that she *really* wanted to go outside and play. So, we find ourselves outside, in the dark, playing in the snow. Did I mention how cold it was?
Exhibit #2: After playing down at his friends' house (yes, punctuation pedants, there were two friends who live at the same house) EB turned up in time for a quick bit of Xbox. Then he realised that his toy skeleton (don't ask, he's a nine year-old boy) was no longer in his pocket, and therefore he had dropped it on the way up the street. So, I find myself walking down the street, in the dark, and the cold, looking for a toy skeleton. Which is, naturally white. Much like the half inch of snow on the street. EB said that he'd ridden his scooter back up the road, so I followed the tracks, checking for the missing toy. Got home, no luck.
Did you check the pavement? EB asks. No, I followed your scooter wheel tracks, says I. But, X rode the scooter most of the way up! EB protests.