Says Avila (as her mom arrives to take the kids home at the end of the day), “Do we have to leave now? Can’t I stay and shovel some more?”
The kid is just too much.
(And, seriously, she’s a good shoveler. When I went out in the late afternoon to clear away the snow-hump at the driveway, where the snow-plow had gone past and shoved the snow into a mound at the entrance to the drive, she shoveled a path from the house, out across the front walk, down the driveway, to where I was, “so we’d have a way to get back to the house” as she explained. )