Although it was beautiful, the snow we had over the holidays wasn't good for "packing". Try as I might, I just couldn't build a classic snow man. Henry wasn't impressed with my tiny version. I kept telling him it was a mini snowman. He responded with, "I want Mickey" Soon after, he asked me where birds came from. I knew I couldn't mess this one up. So I took my time while I considered his stage of devlopment. Finally I answered, "Birds come from Heaven. Baby Jesus's daddy makes them." "No, Mom," he said. "They come from nests."