Heard on the way home today:
Mommy: Wow! Look at all the snow on the mountain.
A: Wow! I see it too, Mama. Can we go ice skating on it one day?
Mommy: Sure, honey. We can go ice skating.
A: I can ice skate really well like other big kids.
A: Hey, Mommy? When I get a little bit bigger, how about I take a rocket and fly to the top of that mountain. Then when I get there with all the snow, I can quickly make that little cloud go away. That sounds like a good idea, huh? That would be fun ’cause the cloud is so foamy.
I will now never think of clouds the same. They will forever be foamy to me. 🙂