Matthew is playing outside in the snow. I have come inside from shoveling.
Ding-dong! I answer the door. It's Matthew.
"Daddy, the mail is here. Can you get it?"
"Is it snow in the mailbox?" I saw him stuffing snow in with his friends before I came in.
"No. It's mail. Can you get it? I can't with my gloves on."
"Son, is it really mail, or just snow?"
"It's snow." He grins at his cleverness. "I play a trick on you, Daddy."
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