Here in the greater Phoenix area, we’ve all heard the horror stories from cold-weather natives about the horrors of shoveling snow.
And while we — thankfully — don’t have to deal with this annual nuisance, a pretty large percentage of North America doesn’t have much of an option.
So when this young kid belts out a simple four-word sentence, it feels like he’s releasing the agony created by a dozen winters. Well, at least four or five.
Something tells me he isn’t alone in calling for a higher being to rid his lawn of the cold, fluffy white power.