Snow day

I have the fondest memories of loving the snow as a kid. Snow meant sledding, tubing, snowmen, snowball fights, snow angels, and whatever else we could think of to do. It wasn't until I got older that snow meant freezing to death any time I went outside, sliding while driving, and overall misery.

When it snowed this year, I figured I should relive my childhood days of loving the snow with my little one.
We got Ruby all dressed up in her puffy hot pink snow coat and boots. Camm and I got equally bundled and told Ruby that it was time to go outside, have fun and build a snowman. We stepped outside and Camm and I got to work playing. Ruby stuck her finger in the snow for one second and realized she was not going to like this.

Despite her cries, we told her snow was fun and she needed to stay outside and have fun. She was too smart for her own good and continued to sob.
Maybe I won't be able to relive my childhood love of snow through her. Apparently she was born with my adult pessimism. What should I do about this?

Waving her hand and screaming "No no no!" as Daddy tries to hand her a snowball

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