Woe

What is it about this beautiful snow and ice that inspires woe in my children?

Not all of them, of course, as you can see here:



But just look at this face:




Woe is me....


Oh woe, WOE, WOE!!!


But my hands are cold. Sob...


What? Walter is bringing me some gloves?


Where IS he? What is taking so long? WOE!


But I can't smile. Can't you see I am trying?