It only took us one hour to prep them and get them out the door. When snow only hits maybe once or twice a year who the hell knows where the snow pants and mittens are? Someday I may have my act together or maybe I won't. Whatever. We made it to the hill and it was as perfect as it should be on a snow day. We forgot that Hugo's snowsuit was too small, that Oscar's pants were too big and that the house looked liked it had been ransacked after we left. None of that mattered. Not one bit.