Sam can't say "f's" yet. All of his "f's" come out sounding like "p's".
Feet is peet.
Fire truck is pire truck.
And snowball fight is snowball pight.
He became obsessed with the idea of the snowball pight thanks to one of his favorite holiday movies, Elf. Anyone who's seen it knows the snowball scene.
Sam recreates it inside by balling up his socks and yelling "SNOWBALL PIGHT"! Then comes the barrage of (sock)snowballs.
But this day was warmer, so we headed out for a real snowball pight. And he couldn't have been happier.
Lena, on the other hand, couldn't put her arms down (similar to the youngest kid from one of my favorite Christmas movies) and, consequently, kept falling and getting wet. Ten minutes outside and she was ready to go in for lunch.
Which cheered her up! But what kid doesn't love Chef Boyardee?
Sam saw how much fun Lena was having smearing lunch all over her face that he decided to (purposefully) smear his face, too.
It was a perfect day.