First Snowman

One of my favorite parts was the ceaseless stream of hugs that he greeted the snowman with on our way to and from chicken chores ever thereafter.

The other favorite part was what he did after one of his habitual hugs on the second day after the snowman was made. I bundled him up and let him loose outside while I watched from the window. He hugged the snowman. He grabbed the snowman's nose. He ate the snowman's nose.

What are friends for? Sacrificing their noses to satiate growing boys' bellies, apparently.