"Mr. Plow," that's his name

Will was eager to get his hands cold (dirty would be preferable) after our first significant snowfall of the season. He and I sneaked outside while Elle was snug as a bug napping, lucky girl.
Granted, newly fallen snow is awfully pretty.
Will wasted no time shoveling, even though Andy had run about with the snow blower before work. He was productive in some places, counterproductive in others where he felt it necessary to scoop already-shoveled snow onto the sidewalk so I'd have something to do.
"Hey, where are my boots?"
Shoveling prowess aside, he was an angel (heh heh), as usual.