May throws a handful of snow at my face, which splatters across my cheeks and leaves me blinking.
Her eyes sparkle.
It's clearly the reaction she'd wanted, judging by her peals of laughter and gleeful expressions.
I hum and cross my arms, leaning into my heel as I shake my head and wipe the slushy wet mess from my skin. "Really now..." I start, and she giggles in response.
"Auntie...Sploshy now."
I snort a bit and nod.
She smacks her palm into a big pile of snow. "Snowball! Auntie, here." May wiggles and motions me over. "Good aim...yeah?"
I bend over and accept the snowball.
Then, without breaking eye contact with the six year old, I throw it at Lucas.
The slushy projectile hits him in the center of his back with a satisfying wet thud.
