When you take a tropical child to visit the northern latitudes where the tilt of the Earth is such that night inexplicably comes at 4 p.m., finding a bit of snow is an obligatory part of the trip agenda. For my youngest child, our aspirations of bundling her up like Ralphie’s little brother in A Christmas Story and laughing at her first interactions with that fluffy white stuff that burns in a funny, cold sort of way had been unsuccessful during…
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