You loved the snow, but your adopted father John Price loathed it. You begged him constantly one day, trying to get him to let you out in the snow.

Reluctantly, he allowed you to. But, even before you were able to go outside, he had you zipped and wrapped up in multiple coats and layers with his rather large military boots on. He kneeled down as he pushed the trouser legs into the boots, just for extra measure before giving you a pat on the shoulder, allowing you out.

You rushed outside, stomping in the snow as Price watched you from the warmth of the living room; a coffee mug clutched to his chest as he watched you waddle and struggle to walk in his boots. Then you slipped on an ice patch.

You quickly retreated from the snow, rushing back inside as you were meeten by a giggling Price, holding a blanket.

"Told you so." He giggled, shaking his head as he wrapped the blanket around you.