Helen erupted into a rather large fit of giggles.
Ah yes, her first attempt at a snowman, made of mostly mud and Nikola's somehow beyond patient instructions.
It had been a rather warm winter, hence all the mud, and despite the biting wind, the ground had been rather squishy.
Yes, squishy is a technical term.
Helen had been determined to not let another winter go by without learning what she considered a valuable life skill and what better teacher than her best friend and confidant.
And the one who would do whatever she asked.
Helen tried to mostly use her powers for good.
Okay she tried to mostly use her powers for not bad. Things like getting Nikola to part with the last cookie or convincing him to leave his wine glass in her reach since it was so troublesome to get her own glass.
With a slightly sad sigh, Helen thought of the second snowman she'd ever made.
It had snowed and snowed and snowed for days at Old City and little Ashley was beyond stir crazy. In a fit of trying to keep her daughter from making poor Henry completely manic with her constant poking for something to do and a bit of Helen's own need to do SOMETHING, she'd bundled them both up and walked with Ashley to the side of the house that got the least of the massive snow.
Once Ashley had figured out how to move in the many layers she giggled and howled like a freed creature.
After the tenth trip back up the hill with mommy dragging her sled, Ashley decided she wanted to do something else.
Helen had knelt down and instructed Ashley they were going to build a snowman.
The look of slight confusion on her daughter's face because she thought they would need giant cookie cutters to make them like they made gingerbread men was absolutely priceless.
Without really realizing she had, Helen doodled a snowman family on the note.
A mommy snowman with straw hair, a daddy snowman with a top hat and a little snowman with a button nose.