Walter had been closed out of Henry's room, briefly, and when Henry opened the door up to let his brother in, he turned to me and said, "Walter is such a big boy, he can reach the steering wheel!"
"You mean the doorknob?"
"Yes, the doorknob."
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We had turned out the lights for bed and Henry sent me off to get more milk for him. I returned to see him lying flat on his back on the floor of his room moving his arms and legs in unison.
"Making a snow angel?" I ask.
Smiling, he says, "Yes, because it's so snowy."
I love him.
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