I never would have guessed that Phoebe's primary occupation in the snow would be eating it. But then I remembered my own snow-eating days. I think we flavored it with maple syrup. Phoebe takes hers straight up.
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Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
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