"Mama," my eight-year-old son said. "Can I help you shovel snow?"
"Sure," I said. "Go ahead and grab a shovel."
I continued shoveling the driveway while he searched for his kid-sized shovel. A couple minutes later, he joined me. That lasted a grand total of nine seconds. The boy promptly dropped onto his back in the middle of the driveway and started making snow angels.
"Bubba, can you do that on the grass?"
"No, Mama. I want to make them in the driveway."
He made about five of those things. "Bubba," I said. "I'm going to have to shovel them. If you want your snow angels to last, go make them in the grass."
"Mama, can you please shovel around them? They look so nice!"
"I'll tell you what. I'll keep two of them. The rest have to go, or we won't be able to get out of the driveway."
So that's what I did. We now have two snow angels in the driveway. Unfortunately, I have to go somewhere in about two minutes, so those snow angels are going to have some tire tracks running over their nice little wings.