He stood inside the open garage and watched me quickly make a snow man. He did not want to participate in the process, and he was thoroughly unimpressed with the result:

Finally he decided to try his scooter in the snow, but the cons quickly outweighed the pros, so we went inside:
Then we had this conversation:
"I don't like the snow."
"You don't."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't. It makes me wet."
He watched my sad little snowman from the front window for awhile and soon reported that it fell over. But when we weren't looking, the snowman fairies came and built us another one, which I thought was right neighborly of them:

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