Daddy shoveled our sidewalk like a good neighbor.
Mommy tossed me (gently) into the snowbank. I enjoyed it immensely, so she did it over and over again.

I was so bundled up, I could hardly move.

Mommy and Daddy waited and waited for something called a "plow" to come by. It finally came by in the afternoon, and completely buried the opening of our freshly-dug out driveway. Daddy had some colorful words to say about that.
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