Disclaimer: I do not own anything… on my honor…
Harry was shoveling the sidewalk, when his eldest son sauntered over to him.
"Daddy, what are you doin'?" five-year-old James asked, watching his father in unveiled interest.
"Pushing snow out of the way, James," his father replied, huffing a bit as the cold bit at his nose.
"Why?" was James's next question.
Harry sighed and leaned against the shovel. "So, we can walk around in it," he answered, almost immediately seeing his mistake; James looked at the snow with newfound wonder and then stomped his foot in a snow drift.
"James…" Harry sighed, trying to get his son out of the snow-bank. James struggled, not wanting to be taken out of the wet stuff.
From an upstairs window, Ginny watched as Harry taught his son the art of making snowballs and then challenging his niece and brother-in-law to a snowball fight.
It made quite a picture…
A/N: this idea came while I was outside shoveling the snow in the driveway with my brother… hope you liked it! –winks--
Serindraxx