Ahoy! It was the beginning of an adventure that started with pirates and ended with wicked witches. His sister is becoming a more and more prominent character in his imaginary play - his helper, his ally, his nemesis, and occasionally, his equal partner in escaping danger.
They were knocking on the tree to see if a gnome would emerge. Or they might be looking for sap, I'm not sure.
He loves sticks and shared one with her, but without opposable thumbs, she has to grip it like a gingerbread man.
She just wanted to lie down and eat the snow.
Once again, when she encountered snow she kept post-holing in too deeply, she just laid down and rolled to get around.
She rolled and rolled and rolled and then stopped. I asked her what she was doing just lying there, and she answered, "Listen. Wind." Then closed her eyes and sniffed in the wind and then smiled at me. So of course I had to lay next to her, and the trees enclosed over the top of us. Even though the treetops were 80 feet up or so, facing the sky made them seem close in by comparison. Cozy. Secret.
She was very happy when I laid down by her and she snuggled deep in her baby snowsuit.
We were running from a wicked witch, but luckily, eating snow makes you invisible.