Today, while waiting for the car to warm up, I played around in the snow a little. Eliza was coming out to get into the car, and I promptly struck her with a well formed snow ball at high velocity.
It was great. Sorry babe.
As we drove, after the incident, I got to thinking about the snowball fights of my childhood. Literal fortresses built out of snow opposing each other with hundreds of balls of snow hurling through the air hoping to cause injury.
Those were the days.