Daniel was not yet 1 year old when the first snowstorm came
at the beginning of December that Winter in Kelowna. I stood in the kitchen
looking at a good layer of fluffy snow through the patio doors opening onto our
porch. Everything in view was a dazzling white.
I heard the familiar footsteps of Daniel running into the
kitchen. I use the term "running", but he really looked more like
someone falling forward and taking quick steps to avoid landing flat on his
nose. I waited with anticipation to see his reaction to the first snowfall of
the year - in fact, the first snowfall that he could recall in his short life.
He stopped abruptly facing the patio doors and was very
quiet for a few seconds staring intently at the scene. Daniel then said a
single word in French: "dégât!" Dégât - "what a mess!" -
was the word he invariably used when he inadvertently spilled milk when he was
eating.
The snow was beautiful that morning, but millions of
Canadian drivers would no doubt have agreed with his one-word evaluation of the
situation.
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