This is what I concider the first sign of winter. We headed out the door to drive John to work and found ice on the windows. We actually had to get a wooden spatula to scrape it off because we don't own any ice scraping tools. 
Notice Boston's scared, upset, worried face.
This is the culprit. He was not diggin' the ice on his window. Call it mothers intuition but I don't think it was the ice that was makin' him a grump. Probably being woke from a warm slumber did it. Sorry kid.
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