Last week I caught her trying to eat a handful of snow she had scooped up as we were walking down the street.
“You can’t eat that” I told her.
“Why not she asked? It’s white.” (She knows about the “yellow” snow.)
“It is only clean when it is falling.” I mumbled absent mindedly.
As we walked today she looked up at me with a smile on her face.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s falling” she said.
-And I knew exactly what she was talking about.
