So, this past weekend all it did was snow in the Greater Boston Area, in which I live. Meaning I got to shovel. A lot. Wahoo! Not. But that also meant me and my friends (all seniors in high school) bundled up in our ski pants and winter jackets to go sledding behind the middle school down the street. SLEDDING PARTY! It was fun, and got me thinking, there was snow on Gibbs' truck in Faith, so since it apparently snows in Gibbs' neighborhood, he's taking little itty bitty Kate sledding.

In this adorable fluff filled chapter, Kate is only two years old, and has never been sledding before. She really hasn't seen snow either. So read and review.

PS, if you've never seen snow, you aren't missing much. Sure it's cute and makes a nice looking yard for Christmas, but it's a major pain when you have to shovel out your house and your neighbor's driveway, and your grandparents' stairs, driveway, back stairs, side stairs, the back walkway, and a parking spot for their visitors three in one weekend. And yes, we do own a snow blower. My dad doesn't let us use it. He says that shoveling's good for us because it's exercise. He just doesn't wanna share his snow blower.

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Two year old Kate stared up at the sky and sighed. It was all cloudy and cold and icky outside. She wanted to go outside and play very badly, but Daddy said it was too cold out. Silly Daddy, Kate thought. 'That's why I have my big fluffy coat!'

Jethro just watched as Kate forlornly stared out the big window in their front door.

"Play outside?" she asked in her adorable little girl voice with big blue puppy dog eyes that Jethro knew he would falter under.

"Not today, Princess." Jethro said as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room. "Inside."

"No." Kate said and crossed her arms across her chest. "Outside."

"It's too cold, Katie-Baby." Jethro retorted as he scooped up his daughter.

Kate pouted with the big soulful eyes making Jethro chuckle at her adorableness.

"Still not going out." Jethro told her as he spun her around.

Kate giggled and clapped her hands once they stopped spinning. "Again, again, Daddy!"

Jethro shook his head 'No'. "It's time for somebody's nap."

"No nap!" Kate exclaimed as Jethro took her upstairs to her room. "No nap! Big girls no nap!"

"Big girls do to nap." Jethro said to his protesting toddler.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" the two year old howled as Jethro pulled off her sneakers and put her in her crib. He kissed her on the top of her head handed her Yellow Blankie and Baby Betty before shutting off the light and pulling down the shades in her room.

"Sleep tight, Princess." Jethro said as he attempted to close the door to her room.

"DADDY!" Kate shrieked just as the door was about to close.

"What?" Jethro asked with mock confusion on his face.

"You didn't check for monsters or turn on Mr. Night-Night!" Kate said admonishing her father for his slip of the mind.

"You're right!" Jethro said as he opened Kate's closet. "No monsters here, Mr. Night-Night is on, so that means it's time for your nap."

Kate huffed, crossed her arms and plopped down on her bottom with a quivering lip as Jethro kissed her again, turned the light off a second time, and closed the door.

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A half hour later, Jethro looked up from his new Tom Clancy novel his father had sent him for Christmas to see that it was starting to snow. He silently groaned he was dreading the inevitable shoveling that came with the snow.

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Three hours later when Kate finally woke up from her nap, the ground was covered in a layer of snow. An inch and a half had fallen and more was expected. Washington DC and the surrounding communities were gridlocked by the unexpected winter storm.

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"Daddy," Kate asked sleepily as she rubbed her eyes as her father carried her back down the stairs. "What's the white stuff outside?"

Jethro stopped and looked at Kate. He had forgotten his little gift hadn't seen snow before. "It's snow, Princess."

"Snow?" Kate asked curiously.

"Snow." Jethro said in confirmation. "It's cold and wet. When it's too cold to rain, it snows."

"Oh." Kate said. "Can you play in it?"

Jethro chuckled. "Yeah, you can."

"Can we, Daddy?" Kate asked with a big smile?

"After lunch, Princess" Jethro said absentmindedly as he tried to remember where Kelly's old snowsuit and boots were.

"YAY!! Snow, snow, playing in the snow! Snow, snow, playing in the snow!" Kate sang as Jethro put her down in her booster seat at the table and started making her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, no crusts of course.

As Kate made a mess of her face with the grape jelly and Skippy peanut butter concoction, Jethro was rummaging around in the basement closet Shannon had deemed as the home of her 'Stuff to keep for Future Kids/Neighbor's Kids that Kelly Has Out-Grown' boxes. Inside one of those boxes was definitely an old snowsuit that should fit Kate, along with some snow boots. 'I should probably go out and buy Kate some of her own later this week' Jethro mused as he found Kelly's faded pink and purple snowsuit and matching mittens. 'Kate's going to reach a point when she's sick of the hand-me-downs.'

Back upstairs Kate was busy making a master piece on the tray of her booster seat. There was a peanut butter sun, a PB&J house, jelly people, bread crumbs as flowers, and more jelly smeared all over the little white plastic tray.

Just as the little girl was putting the finishing touches on her artwork, jelly fingerprint clouds were a must have after all; Jethro came up the stairs with the winter clothing and boots. He let out a groan at the sight of his two year daughter happily making a mess of her booster seat while singing 'The Rubber Ducky' song from Sesame Street at the top of her lungs.

"Wubber Ducky you the one! You make baf time so much fun! Wubber Ducky I love you!" Kate warbled. She didn't know all of the words so she just sang what she knew and what sounded like it belonged in the song. "Everyday when I make my way to the tubby! I find a little ducky who's cute and yellow and chubby! Boo Boo Bee Do!"

Jethro laughed at his daughter and scooped her out of the booster seat from behind her.

"DADDY!" Kate squealed as she pulled out of her chair. "I no done making pretty pictures!"

"Oh, yes you are young lady." Jethro said as he surveyed the damage. "What have I said about playing with your food?"

Kate shrugged. How was she apposed to remember ALL of her Daddy's rules? There were lots of them, like about bed time and how many stories she got and one about bath time. There were lots and lots of rules.

Jethro sighed and had to remind himself that Kate was too young to retain all of the rules. "We don't play with our food." Jethro reminded his pintsized Princess as he set her on the kitchen counter to clean up her face. "So no more PB&J masterpieces. Got it?"

Kate huffed as she nodded and squirmed away from the wet washcloth that was on her face. "Daddy!" she whined. "I clean, I clean!"

Jethro laughed and picked her back up. "Now you're clean, Princess." He set the girl back down and picked up the now brown and purple tray and put in the dishpan. He could deal with that later.

"You want to go play in the snow?" He asked Kate.

The ear to ear grin on Kate's face was his answer. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." Jethro said as the little girl held her hands out for the snowsuit by the door.

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Ten minutes later Kate was bundled up like a marshmallow and couldn't put her arms down. Jethro was suddenly struck with the classic line from A Christmas Story, "I can't put my arms down!"

"What's so funny, Daddy?" Kate asked her father as he pulled the sled out of the garage.

"Nothing, Princess." Jethro said as he put the sled in the back of his truck and put Kate in her booster seat.

"Where we going?" Kate asked over her mitten. The little girl was gnawing on her mitten and watching her father with her baby blue eyes.

"Sledding." Jethro replied as he directed the old truck towards the local sledding hot spot, the soccer fields behind the elementary school two blocks over.

"What's dat?" Kate asked.

Jethro just smiled and said "You'll see when we get there."

Kate just shrugged and clapped when her Daddy turned on the radio. Kate loved music and would wiggle around in her seat like she was dancing.

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Kate sat in the sled as Jethro pulled it up the hill and waved to the other children who were out on the cold wintery Saturday afternoon. Out of all of the kids that were gathered behind George Washington Carver, Kate was by far the youngest child outside. Once they reached the top of the hill, Jethro pulled Kate out, climbed into the sled, and put Kate back down in his lap.

"Ready, Kate?" Jethro asked Kate.

The little girl looked down the hill and felt the snowflakes lazily falling against her face. "Otay." She said to her Daddy and they were off.

The hill and other kids whizzed by and the snowflakes started to sting as they hit Kate's face. She leaned further back into her Daddy as a squeal escaped from her lips. Suddenly she wasn't moving anymore. They were at the bottom of the hill. Kate sat on her Daddy's lap in shock and twisted around to see the hill again. Then she looked in front of her.

"Are you okay, Katie?" Jethro asked as he picked up the little girl.

She nodded her head 'yes' slowly. "Daaaaaddy." She said drawing out the 'a'.

"Yes, Kate?"

"Let's do that again!" She shrieked happily and squirmed to be put down. Jethro complied and Kate ran up the hill, only stumbling twice in footprints from an older child.

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An hour later Jethro carried a red faced, sleeping Kate back into their home and began removing her snowsuit and boots. The little girl had a blast out on the sled, and had quickly tired herself out by running up the hill every time they went down. She had insisted on going up on her own.

"Daddy?" Kate asked, her voice sounding groggy and scratchy.

"Yeah, Kate?"

"Can we go again tomorrow?" she asked through a yawn.

"Maybe after Church."Jethro replied.

"Otay." Kate said as she drifted back to sleep and Jethro carried her back up to her bedroom to put her down for another nap. After all, she'd had a long day between painting her own Monet, and her first time sledding.

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