"What? What?" She slides in the kitchen in her socked feet.
I point out the window. "Look! The snow is falling all in slow motion! Isn't it beautiful??"
"OOOOOOOOH! It's so pretty!"
(Given this year's snow ridiculous accumulation, I don't know how we can still be impressed, but there it is.)
"It looks so... so... sophisticated," she says. "I feel like I'm not fancy enough to even watch it fall. I should avert my eyes."
"Do you feel under-dressed?"
"Shall we change into our ball gowns?"
"Oh, yes! Let's."
It was one of those "little things" days. I love those days.