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Mr. Chilly

December 9, 2011

I opened the refrigerator at work this morning.  I had misplaced my lunch bag and wanted to see if I left it in a rather obvious place.  I checked the bottom shelf.  Nothing.  As I closed the door I heard a small voice exclaim “Hey, shut the door! You’re letting all the cold out!” It took a moment for my non-caffeinated brain to figure out what was going on.  Sitting on the top shelf was a snowman He stood about 12″ high and wore green mittens, a green hat and a blue vest.

When our office manager got into the office I asked her where she had picked the little snowman up.  She bought it at Hallmark.  During my lunch break I ran up to the store, and after purchasing three cards I had the privilege of buying our very own talking snowman.  I thought Mason would get a kick out of it.

When I got home I turned the little snowman on and placed him in our fridge.  My plan was to see if Mason wanted anything to drink, have him open the door, and discover the talking snowman.  It was prefect!

“Hey Mason, do you want any juice?” I said.

“No daddy, I am okay.”

Seriously? The kid drinks juice constantly and the one time I want him to go in the fridge he takes a pass.  Undeterred, I pressed on.

“How about some milk?”

“Ummm… okay daddy. I would like some milky.”

He walked over to the fridge and opened the door.  Sitting on the bottom shelf was the snowman.  “Mr. Chilly!” he exclaimed as the little snowman told him to close the door.  (I have no idea where he got the name Mr. Chilly.)  He called out to his mom, “Momma, there is a snowman in our fridge!” It was adorable and he seemed thrilled to have a visitor in our fridge for the Christmas season.

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