Snow is a wonder

I am sitting here with my Dad and we are watching snow fall outside. He is complaining about being cold and the snow. He asked if the snow was new snow. I explained yes, it had not been used before; and I got the look. The look is his face crinkles up, his eyebrows become a monobrow and he looks at me like I have lost my mind. He looks at the snow and asks if it is falling off the tree or new snow. I say yes it is new snow. He then comments that it looks like we might get some new snow tonight.

At this point I need to have a talk with myself. I have 2 choices right now. I can become frustrated with the cycle of questions. I can become frustrated that that he doesn't see that if it is snowing, of course we are getting snow. OR I can let go and enjoy the moment. I can watch the snowflakes falling with him and talk about how cold it is outside and how cold he is OR I can choose to debate the existence of snow and cold. Call me a wimp, but I vote for hot chocolate and the moment.