So, it snowed out in Connecticut yesterday and into the night. This defies all logic and common sense, but hey, it does look pretty cool*. Even if rather surreal.
When I was younger I rather imagined that being a grown up involved moving briskly, drinking coffee, awesome hair, and just being important.
So, naturally when there was a chance to exercise what I was so sure was my own adult maturity at the mature age of 7- I took it and ran with it. My mom was off doing something adult and had just made a pot of coffee. I was normally the trustworthy kid, and I knew better than to touch something hot.