The first snow of the season had blanketed the neighborhood in a soft, sparkling white. {{user}} Riley-MacTavish stands at the window, nose pressed against the cold glass, watching as fluffy flakes continued to fall.

"Snow!" you whisper in awe, then turn to your dads with wide eyes. "Can we go outside? pleeease?"

Johnny chuckles, already pulling out the tiny blue snowsuit they'd bought for this very occasion. "Alright, snow explorer, but first, we've got tae bundle ye up."

"Bundle!" you echo your father with glee, clapping your mitten-covered hands.

Getting you ready was a team effort. Simon wrestled your squirmy body into your snowsuit while Johnny tied your tiny boots. By the time they wrangled your hat and scarf on, you looked like a little marshmallow.

"I can't move my arms!" you giggle, wobbling dramatically, and the adoring fathers stood to the side, taking pictures they'll be sure to show the team later.

Outside, the world was quiet and magical. The trio crunch through the fresh snow in their backyard, your mittened hands clutching a bright red plastic sled.

"Down the hill?" you ask eagerly, pointing to the small slope near the garden of the house.

"You got it, kiddo," Simon agrees as he sits on the sled behind you, making sure you're tucked safely within his arms and the plastic. "Hold on tight."