Yesterday, while the snow was falling down, Sadie looked out the window and gasped dramatically. This is roughly, the conversation that followed:
Sadie: "Oh Mommy! There's a bad man outside! He's doing something bad!"
Me: "What's he doing?"
Sadie: "He has a shovel!" At this point the horribleness of it all is too overwhelming and she can hardly go on. "And he's... and he's... and he's..."
Me: "Shoveling the sidewalk?"
Sadie: "Yes! He's taking the snow away!!!!"
Yup. There are few things that she can imagine at the moment that are worse than "taking the snow away."