I keep trying to give winter the hint that it's long past time to be over, but that darn cold wind keeps coming back.
My favorite thing to do when Mom gets home is to dash into the back hall, grab a boot and do some more dashing, this time out the back door. Then it's Mom's turn to dash over, grab the boot in her teeth and take her turn around the yard. Somehow, she never remembers how to play that part of the game. The boots get left outside, and then she complains that I never pick up my toys.
Tip: if your mom has the down-filled North Face boots, shake them really hard. It's fun to play in the feathers. Kind of like snow, but warmer.