The second picture, though blurry, shows the driveway and walkway several hours later, once again covered. The trenches you see are from the boy who swiftly shuffled his way, in over- sized boots, up to our front door.
Ding dong. Fash opened the door.
"I'll dig you out for $10!" he beamed like the headlights on the John Deere lawnmower turned snowplow that sat running at the roadside- his dad at the wheel.
But Fash would have none of it. She gave him the old "my dad's bigger than your dad" squint that sent him running to the neighbors.
Yep. I'm sure when I.T. gets home, he's gonna be real glad that Fash saved that shoveling for him. (eyes rolling)