White

Hey Alisha, it isn't October, but we've finally got snow.

Well, OK, it isn't what you might really call an accumulation. We've got the most umph-less weak dropping of little frail white flakes that won't even dust anything; but you've got to start somewhere.

Lizzy's nose is pressed to the glass - "It's Christmas snow!"
"It's so beautiful! Look at it! Do you see it?"
Emma: "no."
Lizzy: "It's pretty snow. It's white snow."
Emma: "Hum... 'no?"
Lizzy: "Look! Snow is coming from those clouds! Just like my white necklace!"
Emma: "Dat one! Uh go no!"
Lizzy: "Yeah! Mommy I want to go outside!"

And that's just what they did.