once there was a snowman....

A(3)- we call boomerang. He can't sleep in his bed a whole night to save his life. We put him in his bed, and every time he comes to our room. 99% of the time we wake up with him in our bed. The other one % looks like this:

Yesterday we welcomed a dusting of snow in NY. I am in bed and hear some wrestlings. I then hear the little song " Once there was a snowman tall tall tall.." and I feel it. A had been outside "feeling the cold snow,"and wanted me to enjoy it. I am going to assume that he had brought his trusty sibling.
Good morning.