It is if you ask Bea.
I swear, Gus and I would have been finished building our snowman 30 minutes earlier if she hadn't munched on him the whole time. "Nummy snowman, mommy. He's deelishush."
Never mind the leaves and grass that she probably swallowed in the process, our snowman did have some edible features - a carrot nose and some Russell Stover chocolates for the eyes. (You know, those nasty pink-marshmallow-centered ones that nobody likes.)
We've had just enough snow over our Christmas break to keep us entertained and not cabin-fevered.
