Edward is tempting fate. Actually, more like he's out there with his nieces, inspecting the grounds with Fletcher while they run around in the snow like a couple of wild children on crack.
What? They're six-years-old and it never snowed back home like this!
He glances at the girls. "Don't stray too far, girls," he tells them.
"We won't, Uncle Ed!" Emily calls back as she flops down into the snow in her purple coat and snow pants and begins making a snow angel. "Annamarie, lookie, lookie, we can make angels!"
Annamarie seems less than impressed. "So can I!" she exclaims, as if her sister hadn't just said a plural pronoun with her declaration, then flops down and starts making a snow angel of her own.