It's snowing in October here in The Burgh. And I'm not really surprised.
At this moment Gideon is running around our room wielding a hair brush like some sort of knight of the bedroom. His helmet is made of a bra he has somehow twisted around his face in a satisfactory (to him) manner. Oh wait... now he's building a house out of Silas's empty (I hope) video game cases. But a few moments ago he was quietly watching the snow fall with Daddy.