I was never really a snowman kinda kid. I was more of a snow fort and snowball fight kinda guy. But the snowman is a right of passage, its a staple in the northeast, its what sets apart the men from the boys. Jax has been out in the snow before, but he hasn’t had the honor of meeting one of the famous snowmen made by dad… and none of that Olaf crap… I’m talking the real snow man that uses sticks for arms and a carrot for a nose and poop for eyes…
Yup. My kid’s first snowman and I used dog poo for the snowman’s eyes.
I feel awful but, I am sure he won’t remember. There is a time for keeping things simple and this was that time. I wasn’t about to go find some coal. Who even has coal around these days? I mean I guess if you had a steam train running through your backyard… then maybe you might have some coal laying around… but not us. This family is all about using what is available to you… and there is an abundance of poo in the front yard these days.
I think Jax liked his snowman friend.