Master Splinter stood washing dishes and watching his boys playing in the snow and shaking his head, the four children were wearing hats, gloves, scarves and boots, but no coats. Just then Mikey came in, "Can I have a coat?"
"Well, at least one of my sons sees sense, here."
Mikey took the coat and ran back outside.
A few minutes later Splinter looked out the window to see the orange coat around, not his son, but a snowman.
He sighed and went back to drying the tray from the cookies Leo had baked that morning.
Later still, "Daddy?" Donnie asked from the door.
"Do you want a coat too?" Splinter asked from his book.
"No, I want a cup of hot chocolate."
Splinter smiled, if anyone was going to come in early it was going to be Donnie. The tallest boy took the mug and went right back out.
About a minute later Master Splinter heard a familiar scream.
Mikey was crying with Leo trying to comfort him and Raph and Donnie were laughing a ways off, but the worst part was that part of the snowman's face was dark brown slush, the empty mug lying in the snow at it's feet.