We had our first snow of the season yesterday, along with some truly ridiculous hail. Harry, who is sick with a cold, slept through the hail, but when he woke up he said he wanted to catch snowflakes on his tongue. I went back and forth on the issue for a few minutes, weighing the absolute pleasure he would get from going outside against his runny nose and froggy voice. In the end, obviously, I decided to bundle him thoroughly and go outside for 10 minutes.
I'm glad I did, too, because while his cold is no worse, Harry thinks I'm fun and I got to see this smile in person. And when I'm starting five nights in a row of work, and will spend most of the next five days sleeping instead of playing with him, I need that smile to hang on to.