He sits on the step by the door with a smug smile, one boot dangling at the end of his foot and fuzzy pink ear-muffs slightly covering his face, ready to tackle the snow covered world in his pajamas with no regard for his warmth or well being.
It’s part of watching them grow, seeing them try to do things all by themselves.
Even while observing them stretch their legs of independence, it’s comforting to know they can’t do everything themselves just yet. Once outside and left to their own devices, they can only slowly bring to destruction the igloo I built for them out of snow, poking at it with their plastic garden tools and shovels.
They are not advanced enough to construct things like this. No, only their nerdy dad could conceive of and execute building a Thomas the Tank Engine out of snow. Even now as a grown man I’m proud of the things I’ve learned to do all by myself! My only regret is that I built it in the back yard…