I watched as young Dinah put the final coal on the snowman's frown.
He was a sad affair indeed with his twig arms and drooping face, the sun a virtual torch on him.
"Why a frown?"
"Well, he knows that he will melt soon, so he's sad," Dinah explained. "C'mon dad, take a picture!"
Smiling, I raised the polaroid and snapped a photo. Fully developed, the photo was heavily blurred and distorted around the snowman.
"Let's try again hun," I said, wiping the lens clean.
The second photo was clear, but something seemed off. The snowman... it was grinning!