Snow

I bundled up myself and the boys to go shovel the driveway. I had just placed Trey in the wagon, all wrapped up and cozy in about four quilts and went in the back to get the shovels. I heard Trey scream, then cry. I came running back to see his face plastered in snow and CJ trying not to laugh and cry from fear at the same time.
CJ got taken inside for timeout and laid in the doorway bawling and sweating in his snow clothes. Once back outside he cried his apologies to me, then went over to Trey and with the sweetest sincerity said, "I'm so sorry little brother. I'll never throw a snowball at you again.... until you're older."