She didn't provide the reaction we expected, instead, in her true cautious curiosity, she watched. She looked at the sky. She looked at the ground.
She carefully reclined back in the snow with her little mouth open in amazement. And there she would have been happy to stay.
There was no thrashing, no squeals of delight, just quiet observation. Hmm. That surprised us. She is usually into everything, curious about how everything works, how it goes together and how it comes apart. The snow seemed to still her. I helped her up for a walk to hear the crunching of snow under her little boots.
Finally Auntie Poopkins made Ava a little tiny snowman, "the tiniest snowman in the whole world." Sweet little snowman, sweet little baby. No frightful here.