No seriously. I promise you it's snowing.
And I mean big, fluffy flakes. The kind that blow in big gusts across the yard and land on your tongue if you hold still long enough.
But not the kind that stick. Because in our neck of the woods, real blizzards just don't happen all that often. There was no sledding in this snow. (Though they did ask.) There will be no building of snow forts or eating of snow ice cream.