Coming of Age

As the first snow fell, Travis began his annual grumbling about our snowblower.  It is self-propelled, which would be nice if a sloth hadn't been selected to decide at what speed the propulsion should be set.  It.  is.  so.  slow.  As in years past, Travis was lamenting how we should sell it and get a different one and so on and so forth.  Then he headed out to the garage with Alex in tow, to make sure it would start.  No time like the first snow fall to make sure the silly thing works amirite?

Anywho, about a million pull cord pulls and 7 minutes later, Travis came busting back into the house.  "Never mind!  Forget what I said!  We're keeping it!  It's EXACTLY Alex's pace!!!!"

The handing off of the snowblower torch:

And yes, I took gloves out to both of them right after I took this picture.