"I don't think they was living," she pouted but the pictures had been still so she didn't know. But if Conor could make them living, then it was definitely worth considering. Just imagining a snowman suddenly showing up at her door made her giggle.
Cass grinned broadly at that outrage, though a hint of nerves rose up with that obvious bombardment... Would he be destroyed? As the one flew towards him, he turned so it hit him in the side and he started to prepare another fist full of snow. But Bri had other ideas. In toddler anger, she picked up snow in her cupped hands and wasted no time in dumping it down the back of her father's shirt, half-shouting, "Not around the snow peoples!"
The blond shrieked as the cold slid down his back and the arch his body made was definitely one of trying to fight the cold. He shook out the back of his shirt desperately but it was far too late for that.