Diva: Yay! Snow! I can build a snowman.
Uncle M: Yay! Snow! I can roll in it, run in it, stick my nose in it, eat it and bark at it.
Me: Yay! Snow! Maybe we’ll get snowed in and Hubby won’t have to go to work.
Hubby: Yay! Snow! I get to use my new snow shovel and grit.
Bruiser: Whatever. Where’s my milk?